Heartbroken

In my last post, I talked about my excitement of becoming a new aunt. My SIL was just a few days away from finding out what she was going to have, and my sister had just learned that she was pregnant, too.

The good news? My SIL is having a beautiful baby boy! I was really pulling for a girl, for selfish reasons honestly, but I'm thrilled to have another sweet little boy in my life!

The bad news? My sister's sweet little baby didn't make it.

My sister's first round of blood work showed that her levels were lower than they should be, so they gave her a supplement to hopefully increase them. When she went back the second time around, they had gone down a little bit more. They prepared her for the worst and told her that she would probably have a miscarriage over the next few weeks. A few days later, she was told to come back in since she hadn't had any signs of a miscarriage, and they found that her levels had increased; however, still not as high as they should be.

Obviously she was going through a roller coaster of emotions, and since she wasn't very happy with her nurse, she decided to check someone else out this week. It wasn't because she expected to get a different answer...a better answer...but simple because she didn't feel like everything was adding up.

Wednesday she made another trip to the doctor to have more blood work done. The doctor also did an exam on her and mentioned that she showed no signs of a miscarriage. They called her back yesterday and told her that her levels were constantly increasing, yet still not where they should be. They suggested that she come back for an ultrasound today to see if they could rule anything out.

At 3:30 this afternoon, my mom called me to tell me that they were doing emergency surgery on her because she had an Ectopic pregnancy (tubal pregnancy). Apparently a lot of fluid had built up as well, which could cause her tube to burst, which could be extremely dangerous.

So as I write all this, I'm waiting for my BIL to call and update me on the surgery. I'm heartbroken for my sister. I can't imagine what she must be going through. She's been sitting here for almost 2 weeks wondering when she was going to miscarry, now she has to go through all of this mess.

I'm trying to be positive and encouraging for her, but at the same time I know there isn't much I can say to make her feel better. My prayer is that I can just be there for her, and that God will give me the words to say...when its time to say them.