After 5 scary hours in the ER listening to the outrageously loud tv from the room next to ours, they finally wheeled us back for an ultrasound. By midnight, we had seen enough and heard enough to know the baby was gone. The ultrasound was only going to confirm that fact for us. I walked behind the gurney, silently pleading with God for a miracle I wasnt entitled to receive.
Once we got into the radiology room, it took another 10 minutes before the technician got everything ready and before we saw anything.
The images we saw were overwhelming and surprising. The baby was alive!
About an hour later the ER doctor came in and told us the baby looked ok and he didnt know what had happened. He also said if my wife was going to miscarry there was nothing he could do to prevent it at this stage of her pregnancy. He told her to go about her normal activities.