I apologize, but I am not seeing how far along you are.
The first time I went through this, I was 6 months pregnant. It was the day before my birthday and I thought I was going to find out the sex of the baby.
Instead, I had a shocked ultrasound tech who excused herself to go call my doctor. I sensed right away that something was wrong. She shut the machine off so I couldn't see anything. She came back and asked me to get dressed and go to the radiology office in the hospital and wait for my doctor to call. There were people in there waiting to have x-rays on broken legs or colonoscopies and here I was, very confused.
My baby was gone. I had to go back and have hormone levels tested just to be sure, but I carried that baby for four more days. I opted to just be knocked out get it over with. My daughter was very young and she doesn't even remember any of it. I'd been in the hospital so many times in her little life with reproductive issues, I guess it seemed normal to her.
Flash forward. My daughter was many years older and I was scheduled for a hysterectomy. I started feeling ill and couldn't figure out what was wrong with me. I was pregnant. Surprise. I didn't tell my daughter or anyone other than my mom and husband. I was bleeding heavily which was very unusual for me. They couldn't find a heartbeat and said it wasn't a viable pregnancy.
They let me go home to then go through the hormone level tests again to make sure before ending it and just taking the baby. I was devastated.
However, my hormone levels didn't go down, over the several days, they tripled. My baby was a fighter. Then, I was struck with shingles and we both were touch and go.
Now, my son is 17, perfectly healthy, beautiful, the absolute joy of my life. He and I have such a close bond.
I just want to say that my heart breaks for you. I had two almost exactly same situations, but for me, the second one turned out to be a miracle.
I'd already lost one baby. Fetal demise was all they could say. My doctor was very sweet and kind, but what are people supposed to say when this happens? It was the day before my birthday. Right before Christmas. People were devasted for me and I don't think that some of them really knew what to say.
My heart is with you no matter what happens.
Like I said, the second time, for me, I held out no hope because I'd already been so hurt.
When it comes to these things, I really believe that God knows what he's doing. I'm not overly religious, but I am spiritual. I believe that no matter how painful, some things happen for a reason and as human beings, we can't always understand or fathom it.
You will be okay.
Best wishes.