After the blood draw on Monday we received a call letting us know that I was a low positive (my level was 4.8, normal would be around 10.2). Two days later, after the second blood draw on Wednesday, we received a call letting us know that I was a definite negative (the level had dropped to 1.4).
So I was pregnant, for a tiny minute, and whoever attached just decided not to stay... and I lost them.
We were so sure, we were so positive, we never gave the idea that it might not work a second thought.
.....we are shattered—and I think we will be for a little while.
Right now we don't have any answers and we have so so so many questions.
We leave for the Duke transplant evaluation at the beginning of the week. And we're hoping to learn a few answers while we're there. And we're praying we can handle a full week of evaluation and hospital. And we're trying to get Jason stronger to handle the trip. And we're doing our best to look up.
I guess we just have to wait a little longer for our miracle.