Yesterday was Erin's second Ultrasound in as many weeks. We went in last week to find out when she was due and were told that the baby didn't seem to have a heartbeat, which indicated a 95% chance that the pregnancy would fail. There was a slight chance that the baby was measuring bigger than its gestational age (6 weeks, one day) though, so they asked us to come in again a second time - which was yesterday. Still no heartbeat and no growth.
Erin's doc gave her some medicine and sent her home and she insists that she's doing fine. It's a been a rough week and especially rough the last 2 days, but we're doing well (all things considered).
We're not sure why Heavenly Father has given us this particular challenge, but we trust him that it's for the best and we'll just look at it this way: Someone just needed a body (or the start of one) and has since moved on - That's one child of five returned to heavenly father's care and presence. Now to just help train the other 4 so they can get back home when it's their time.