We went for a fetal echocardiogram today at Egleston in Atlanta. The tech came in and looked at her, but only for a short time. He left the room saying, "Because of her position, i want the doctor to come help me look." After returning with the doctor, they both looked for just a moment. The doctor's gentle voice shared with us that they were so very sorry, but they did not see any heart activity. When the tech left the first time, Kirk and I both knew. Our baby girl was no longer with us in spirit. God had taken her home. They left us alone for a while, and during that time, we named her. Our baby girl's name is Holly.
We will meet with Dr. Dean at Norton's in the morning at 11 to discuss details, and then eventually to Floyd to deliver.
Our hearts and minds have tried to process emotionally and logistically in a gazillion different directions. While we are not looking forward to the next few hours and days, we are somehow at peace. Our tears are of sadness, but also of relief. We are relieved that she has been healed in God's own time. We have three children, and two of them are playing together today.
In the few hours since we have been home, Thomas has already done his share of healing our hearts. If you know our child, you know the joy he is to all he encounters. Our souls are heavy tonight, but our smiles are big and bright. He is our precious gift from heaven that we are allowed to hold here on earth. And we are especially grateful for that gift today.
We will share more as we travel this road. Thank you, already, for your hugs, prayers, and your love. You each do your part in making this bearable. We give thanks for you! God bless you all!
