The high risk doctor had some new information for us, and some good news in terms of future pregnancy.
Lyra died from placental abruption. I guess they could tell from blood clots behind the placenta, and the Kliehauer-Betke test (which I'm not really sure what that is, besides the levels of fetal blood in my own). I had no symptoms...pain or bleeding...so it was virtually undetectable. I had no red flags in terms of my blood pressure, thyroid, etc. No drug use. No diabetes. So it still remains a freak accident.
The chances of it happening again are very slim (though slim chances are still very real to us). And there would be closer monitoring throughout the pregnancy. But I don't have any other complications or conditions to be concerned about.
As I told some friends and family in emails, it's not a matter of medical hurdles to jump over now, it's just mental and emotional hurdles. I don't want to take anything for granted, or assume anything.
We are opening ourselves up to a whole new level of being scared shitless. But I don't want to give up. I want brothers and sisters for Lyra. So, I guess we'll see if the road for that journey is open.