I was wrong. I made it to 10:30 before the bad news hit. I spoke with my doctor concerning where we are. At this point, we aren't growing and she's too small for even the hospital to consider trying to save. My platelets have dropped, although not to a dangerous level yet. However, at the rate of progression, I don't have too many more days. Being that's the case, there's not much else for us to do. I was told even if a miracle happened and I made it to 29 weeks, the rate of growth would restrict her and she would be so far behind mentally that she may not have much quality of life.

All I know at this point, is my heart really hurts. We're trying to be strong and just be thankful that I caught this when I did. Otherwise, I may have put myself at serious risk. Of course, that doesn't make this any easier, but we'll take what we can get I guess.