What was the worst day of your life? Everybody has one. Mine was 10 years ago today: October 15, 2004. I was in the first year of my marriage, practically a newlywed, pregnant with my first child. A boy. A baby boy I’d dreamed of having for years.
And then I had the 20-week ultrasound. “There’s something wrong with your baby’s heart.” More tests. “It’s a heart defect, and it’s a bad one.” The doctor who delivered the blow advised me to terminate. He led me to believe that my baby had no chance. Nobody has every said anything more horrifying to me. Ever. Not before. Not since.
Every year on this date I think about that time. And I’m thankful that it was the worst day. Because once that day passed, I found hope. And my baby did not die. That’s him in the picture above, squashed underneath his younger brother and being photobombed by our family cat.
So yeah, October 15,2004 sucked. But today didn’t, and I really hope that date lives on as the worst day in my life forever. If it does, then I’m a lucky lady.
jenniferannefleming 
3rd June 2010 – same scan, similar conversation, which ended with a referral to experts who “will know what can be done, if anything”. We waited 3 days before being told that something could be done and there was a chance our baby could survive.
Like you I feel lucky that that day was the worst one and my son is doing better than we dared hope. Long may it continue!
We did too! Well, we waited for 3 days for the second opinion (that our baby had a chance), which came from the PC. Those days were horrible – we walked around like zombies in a fog of fear. Cheers to our sons!