As many of you know, Friday, Jim and I will meet with a Nashville maternal fetal medicine specialist. This appointment is two-fold.
One, we will received the results of Duncan’s pathology report. From what little I’ve already gathered from Dr. Morgan’s office, the results were conclusive, and we will be told the cause of death.
Second, we will discuss the plan for my recurrent pregnancy loss panel, and what we may need to know to weigh the decision of our future fertility.
Obviously, this appointment is weighing heavily on our hearts. One hand, I’d rather things stay status quo, allowing us to just drift along with the days as they come. On the other hand, I’m admittedly preoccupied with my fertility, and I know it is in our best interest to seek answers.
My mind this week has been moving at such a frenetic pace, all the writing I’ve attempted has come out jumbled and disjointed and not worthy of publication. I have cleaned, cooked, redecorated, organized, and reorganized in a effort to channel that energy into something constructive. Today, the master bedroom benefitted, and is now sporting some new furniture, bedding, and placement. Whew!
But since I’ve worn myself out pushing heavy oak furniture around, I have no reserves to write anything of merit. So, I opened this post in the intention of just sharing one of my favorite photos with you.
As you look at it today, please offer up a prayer for our family. I want nothing more than to fill my arms with more beautiful children like this little guy…..and that dream is in the balance today.