Now this will probably be a long wordy post, and I might cry while writting this, but I need to write the whole story down before I forget to much.
Last fall we were living with my parents in the Birmingham, Alabama area for Matt's interenship. I had a really great docotor who took great care of me. I was actually hospitalized over night around 11 weeks pregnant. I had gotten really pregnancy sick, but was afraid to ask for medicine because of expense. Wieght already down 13 lbs in three weeks, I contracted the flu. During the night I started emptying my stomach a few times every hour for 8 hours. In the morning Matt took me to Dr. DeRosier's office at St. Vincent's Hospital, and I was so weak I almost could not stand. She took one look at me, ordered a wheelchair, and put me in a private room on the maternity recovery floor. For 24 hours I stayed with IV bags and popciles as company.
Anyway...
Dr. DeRosier perscribed some sweet medicine, that was not very expensive, not at all! Was able to eat again and life became easier. 20 Ultrasound was schedualed for the day before Thanksgiving. My parents and little sis came with us, along with crazy 2 year old Isaac. (He was crazy, and very sleep deprived that day!)
Matt and I had the first looks at little baby-to-be, and Matt saw that baby was a boy! But did not tell me. The ultrasound tech took a lot time, but we didn't think anything of it. My parents, sister, and Isaac came in and we were told offically that baby was a boy. Hooray! Right before the end the ultrasound tech took a few more pictures, ending with the heart. I said, "Wow, you can see his chambers!" and the tech said nothing.
Dr. DeRosier went over the results with us. Said her congratulations, then metioned that the ultrasound tech did not get the best look at the heart. Dr. DeRosier said not to worry, that we will just go to a digonositic clinic the following week at UAB and they will be able to get better pictures. She said that most of the time it is just positional and there is probably nothing wrong.
My mom and Matt were pretty optimistic, but I was worried. I tried to not let it show, and just enjoy my Thanksgiving week with food, food, food! However, I had some dread.
Diagonostic Clinic oppointment came, and boy was early it in the morning! I laid on the table trying to control my fear. The ultrasound tech looked at the brain, the kedneys, the legs, the bone facial structure, and then the heart. At that point she became really, really quiet. And spent forever trying to get better pictures. I started to cry. I knew it! I knew something was wrong. The ultrasound tech left and the speacialized doctor came in. She then took more pictures of the heart. Matt was very quiet. I was very quiet. The doctor was very quiet.
The Docotor had me sit up and then told us the news. This baby's heart did not develop correctly. The right side looked to be very underdeveloped, and there was mixing of blood between the two sides. She did not have a diagnosis nor a prognosis, but told us to be optomistic. "We may not have a football player, but we could have a trumpet player."
She said that it would be important to know the baby's chromosomes, and that doing anamniocentesis would be smart. If the baby's heart defect was due to the chromosomes then the baby probably would not live past a few months after birth. She said if this was the case then most couples opt to abort the pregnancy... I was crying, but with grace, through all of this. After two minutes I was able to find my voice and say that I would have the amniocentesis. Doing an amnio may cause a miscarriage, the chances are maybe 1 in 400. So that was a hard decision. I knew even if the chromosomes were abnormal I would not abort, but I felt that doctors needed to know all that they were dealing with. I was weeping hard, and almost unable to see where I needed to sign my name to okay the amnio. As the amniocentesis started, all I could think was: "You better not kill my baby! I am not ready to say goodbye."
On the 35 minute ride home Matt and I were very quite. We got Isaac from the sitter, and then I went and laid down. I felt at peace, but maybe more overwhelmed.
It took a week to know the preliminary chromosomes. I was very much in a mechanical mode. Thank goodness I had my mom to help me with Isaac, because I don't know how I would have handled the days without her.
I got the call on a Monday evening... they looked normal! Oh, sing praises! This baby would have a chance at life! There was still so many more questions, but for now this was good news. And we needed good news.
So this is what we were doing this time last year. Thanks for bareing with me. I wasn't in the blogging world at this time, so this is probably the first time most people have heard this story. Thanks to all for the support. We so appreciate it.