When I miscarried our baby Isaac, we chose to have genetic tests done to see if it was something genetic we should worry about. We got the tests back saying there were no answers. My doctor is running some more tests because Thalassemia runs in our family and he wants to rule that out. I still think that it was the fall that I took down our stairs. Our son was moving up a storm and then I fell and I never felt him move again and we found out on the ultrasound after that fall that he had passed away. Where do I go from here? My baby died because I was in a hurry and slipped down our stairs.
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