She gave us time to think about our decision, but we didn't need any time. I had already felt him kick and move. We already had a name picked out for him. He would lay between us at night and kick Ben in the ribs through my growing belly. We already had a relationship with our beautiful son. Termination was not an option. I never wanted to lose one of the few precious moments I had left with my child. My doctor gave us the name of a specialist she wanted us to go to in St. Louis just to make sure that the diagnosis was correct. We went to St. Louis two days after our initial visit. She verified that the diagnosis was correct. We were truly heartbroken. We had been holding on to hope that our little boy would be ok; that maybe there was something wrong with the sonogram machine or that he was positioned wrong. In the end we knew it was true; we were going to lose our son.