Yesterday was my first visit with my obgyn, and was excited to see how my baby was doing after a week of scare. I've been to the emergency twice for bleeding, and every test they made came back negative 🙏 and my baby's heart beat was 157 ❤️❤️ (at hospital)

As I get called in to get my blood drawn and drink that nasty juice 🤢 after a good 30mins waiting in the lobby I was called to the ultrasound room 😊 once I saw my baby I was filled with excitement and joy but that only lasted 10 seconds when the tech called my Dr to come in the room 💔 I couldn't cry in front of my husband and 5 yr old son. When they send me to a room, I told my husband to take our son outside and have my sister watch him. The Dr walked in and told me that I was miscarrying my baby of 8weeks. That I would have to let my body do its thing and clean out everything and for me to start on medication. I told my Dr that I didn't want to do anything just yet until I got myself a second opinion on the ultrasound.

I really don't want to go through this again, I'm not as strong as I look. It's 9:40pm and I'm waiting to be called for my second ultrasound with my husband, and my mom is on her way and I'm freaking out. I really don't want this to happen, all I want is to hear my baby's heart beat. Is that much to ask for.

Update:

Sorry for misunderstanding, I was in the waiting room with my husband and I was typing really fast without reading.

I got my second ultrasound to confirm if there was really no heart beat on my baby. 😨😭 And there was no heart beat. This was my fifth pregnancy and second miscarriage 💔💔 I don't know how to break the news to my 7 yr old son, he was so excited to see the baby in the picture 😭 I had to lie to him telling him that there was no ink.

All I can do now is leaving everything in God's hands, he is the only one who knows what he does.