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It had been a month since the Mckinleys' little Disney adventure. Little Ian still couldn't get over the fact he had met mickey mouse and Ian was playing along with him for awhile...Erin, however, wasn't too happy. She'd been feeling horrible the last two weeks, and knew it had to be something to do with the flu.
"Ian, I'm going to the doctors I got an appointment earlier, I'll be home later." Ian nodded instead of saying OK, seeing as his mouth was full of fruit loops and Erin rolled her eyes.
The drive to the hospital ok awhile, but the wait was only a few minutes. Erin was called back after an older woman and she smiled as the doctor led her to a seat. She had done some blood work before and had had a physical exam about a week ago, so he had already ruled out the flu. He decided to do an ultrasound, wondering if the had something wrong with her. She always complained of being nauseous and having pain. The doctor looked at her hesitantly and Erin stared back at him.
"Wh...what is it?"
"Erin......you had a miscarriage. I'm pretty sure anyway....you were pregnant...there's no heartbeat now..." Erin stared at him.
"How is that possible?"
"I don't know how you didn't know...I'm sorry." Erin sat up slowly and he turned off the machine. She didn't quite remember driving home or getting home. She didn't quite remember the look on Ian's face when she told him either. All she really remembered was laying in bed...and not moving until he next day.
Ian on the other hand, didn't quite remember Erin telling him...and he didn't quite remember the outright sobbing he had done that night, but he did remember tucking Ian in and then crawling next to his wife, cradling her abdomen with his arms.