When you're pregnant and things are going fine there are many things you take for granted. For instance, when we ended up in the ER they took an ultrasound picture of the baby. At the time we thought she was fine so we weren't too worried when we forgot to get it from the doctor. We thought, oh, we'll have pictures and video in a few weeks when we have our ultrasound. Of course at the ultrasound we got the worst news of our lives and everything just became a blur.

The ultrasound picture has been on my mind for a few weeks. Now that it's sunk in I am thinking of ways I want to remember my baby. Having that ultrasound picture all of a sudden meant the world to me and I desperately needed to have it, to see my baby when we didn't know any better, didn't know the tragic outcome that was only two weeks away.

In the back of my mind I thought there was no way they would still have the picture and I put off calling the hospital since I knew it would be very emotional and difficult for me to hear that the only picture I'll ever have of my little girl is gone. So yesterday I finally got up the courage and called. It took five phone calls to get through to someone who definitively told me, the picture is gone. Since they didn't send the film to radiology it wasn't on file. I was devastated and spent much of yesterday in tears.

Then today I got a phone call from one of the receptionists I had spoken with yesterday. She had spoken with her supervisor and they had found the ultrasound machine they used. Apparently they are able to find old pictures taken and found mine! She had printed it out for me and is sending it in the mail next week. I am so glad I get to see my girl again, it's just a small thing but it means everything.