Marlo

I'll start by saying, I'm sorry for my absence. I completely vanished with no explanation, and I had very little intent on explaining or even coming back. Not this soon. 

On December 14, 2017 I got called into my doctor's office, and being summoned to your doctor's office at 21 weeks pregnant can never be a good thing. I was informed that pictures from my anatomy scan showed some concerned, and I would be sent to a hospital with much better technology. My husband and I were devastated, but hopeful. 

Those scans confirmed what was suspected: severe brain abnormalities, and our son's head had stopped growing. We were given the option to terminate, or continue the pregnancy knowing he would die either in utero or once he was born. To say the decision was agonizing is a gross understatement. 

Our son was "born" January 2, 2018 at 23 weeks. 

These past few months have been very hard for my little family. I'm not entirely sure why I'm writing this out. I'm an extremely private person, and having to announce this to our friends and families was torturous. Loss like this isn't particularly talked about. It's the same with infertility. Your grief is valid, and my thoughts are with you. 

I kept saying I'd try to get back on track after his due date, April 28. It took a little longer than expected, but here I am. 

Love you Marlo.