Losing Baby A

On December 17th Zach and I went to the doctor for a scheduled appointment.  We had Monroe with us, as she was going to see the babies for the first time.  The doctor began the ultrasound with Baby A.  He seemed to be adjusting and refocusing a lot.  That's when I realized what he was looking at.  There was no heart beating on the screen.  He then pointed out fluid and swelling on it's head that we couldn't really see.  He told us we had lost the baby, and that it had happened recently.  He said that judging by the fluid, the baby probably had a chromosomal issue.  He quickly checked that the other two had heartbeats and then told us what to look for in the next few days.  He explained that we needed the baby to stay in place.  If it delivered or miscarried, the other two could come with it.  We left devastated and panicked.  Not only had we lost a baby, we were afraid we'd lose the other two.  

The next few days were obviously difficult.  We had lost a child, and everything in our world was about the triplets.  We had a lot to deal with mentally and emotionally and a lot of people to tell.  On the 21st, I called the clinic in the morning to see if we could get in to see the perinatologist (a high-risk pregnancy doctor) who was in town from Omaha.  They squeezed us in at the end of the day.  Seeing her did a lot to ease our fears.  She does not think that we will lose the other two babies, and she answered all of our questions.
At the end of the appointment, we found out that the identical twins are BOYS.  It was perfect news to end a horrible four days.  For some reason, everything just seemed okay after that.  We have a lot to be thankful for and a lot to look forward to.