The secret was that our family was about to grow in the most blissful and delightful way... we were expecting a sweet little baby in March of 2015.
|LadyBug loving on Mumma's baby bump, 15w1d|
The plan was to go to our routine 19 week ultrasound last Wednesday, and come back all thrilled to know that our little one is growing safe and sound, and without any issues, and then probably come up with some whacky or cheesy Facebook announcement to share our wonderful news with the world.
Sadly, the scan showed that some time in the past 2-4 weeks, our little baby had silently passed away. As the Dr revealed her findings to me, I lay there stunned, completely stunned that once again our family is facing the heartbreaking loss of another loved and very much wanted child.
Thursday was a grey and miserable looking day outside, the perfect reflection of how we were feeling. With heavy hearts, Hubby and I welcomed our little one into the world at around 3:55pm.
We named her Ezra Lily.
Now instead of planning a baby shower or deciding on nursery colour schemes, we are making decisions on how to remember our sweet little girl, and trying to help her big sisters understand as they come to terms with this heartbreaking loss.