By this point Greg and I had met with our physician team (who are very impressive individuals, both clinically and in bedside manner). I anticipated how our discussion would go...I asked for a box of kleenex before going into the the consult room. Deep down I knew.
Yes, it was likely Eleanora had a rare and fatal defect that would likely take her life in the next three to seven days. An emptiness overwhelmed me. This was the conversation I had been dreading throughout my pregnancy. Only much later did I begin to have questions: How could I possibly make the most of our limited time together? How could I comfort her? How long would we have?
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