Short version of past week's events:

This past week was pretty eventful.  We got back in town from visiting family last week late Wednesday night.  I could tell that something wasn’t right.  I didn’t feel like my belly was growing anymore.  And I had felt like my stomach was off, like maybe a mild bug for a few weeks – gassy, bloating, a few loose stools etc.  (Sorry if that’s TMI for those who don’t work in the medical field.  And maybe don’t read the long version I'll post later.)

Short version: We lost the baby, whom we named Anthony.  Anthony Ryan was named by his older brother, Kenneth.  Last Friday, the 13^th, at 15 ½ weeks, I had to be induced and delivered.  Then, had a D&C (technically D&E, I believe) with general anesthesia due to part of the placenta being retained. I was intubated for the first time in my life.  Scary, but I survived with only a sore throat for a few days and feeling very grateful for all of the love, support, prayers and kindness that have been shown us.

Sunday we held a small memorial service at home with just our family, my mom included.  Everyone wrote letters to Anthony and shared.  Kenneth typed up the program.  And the kids put a few things into a memory box they’d picked out to hold items that made them think of him.

I'll update with long version later.  I've been working on it, but it's long, so...