Psalm 34:1, 18
His praise shall continually be in my mouth. I will bless the Lord at all times;
The Lord is near to the broken-hearted
This is the hardest post I've ever written.
And, by far, the most difficult time of my life.
On Tuesday morning, at a little over 17 weeks gestation, we found out that our baby girl's heart had stopped beating.
We are devastated. Completely devastated.
Monday night, as I settled into my place in bed, I reached for the home fetal Doppler monitor so that I could listen to our daughter's heartbeat. It was a normal routine for me. I had done this same thing many times this since she was 10 weeks along. Even at that age, I could find her heartbeat. This night was different. Things didn't sound right. I didn't panic. Mainly because I heard something (turned out to be my own pulse or the placenta beating). And I knew my regular appointment was the next day. I thought my monitor wasn't working correctly. I really didn't hold on to the thought that her heart could have stopped beating.
I decided to sleep in and not work out before my appointment, just in case she was in distress.
I went to my appointment alone. As I mentioned to the nurse that I wasn't noticing her flutters as I had earlier in my pregnancy. She said she would let the midwife know. When they went to find her heartbeat, my heart began to race uncontrollably. It sounded just like the night before. It didn't sound right. She acted as though it was no big deal and I'd "won myself an ultrasound today." I lay there still, as the reality began to sink in. I prayed for a miracle. I prayed and prayed and prayed. The ultrasound showed my biggest fear. My beautiful baby girl, still and with no heart beat. The midwife turned to me and quietly said what I feared most. "Rebekah, I'm so sorry, but there is no heartbeat."
Dear God. Please, no. She said she would go get a professional sonographer to be sure. I remained laying down on the table as one person stayed with me in the room for a while. I wanted her to leave. I wanted to be alone so I could pray out loud. So I could cry out to God for a miracle. She asked me if I wanted to sit up. I said no. I wanted to stay there. She offered to go see what was taking so long and I asked her to please do that.
As I lay there alone in the room, I continued to ask the Lord for a miracle. "God, please restore our baby girl. If there is any way, let her heartbeat be strong. Please God, I know you are the God who heals. We need a miracle."
The next sonogram confirmed the worst news of my life. Our child. Our fifth baby el. Our precious baby girl's heart was no longer beating.
Moustapha had worried with me the night before. We both love all of our children so much. I needed him. I called him. Through the tears, I said his name "Moustapha." He cried out "No!" Without saying anything else, he knew.
This is all I can share about that for now.
Wednesday morning, I delivered our baby girl and held her in my arms way too soon. She is beautiful. She brought our family so much joy in the weeks leading up to this day. Our family now feels a deep sadness and a huge hole in our hearts.
But, our hope remains in Christ. We know that God loves us all and that our daughter is in God's arms. We are heartbroken. Please keep our entire family in your prayers.
Mary-Linda Elizabeth El-Hakam
We will love and cherish our time with you always.
Love you forever. - Momma and Daddy