I title this post this way because that's exactly how I feel. We have had a whirlwind of a week. I would be remiss if I didn't share this with you since you have all been with us from the very beginning.
It all started out at Mr. Wonderful's grandfather's funeral. While we were certainly sad to be at a funeral, we were still kind of on a high because we had just found out we were having a girl. We were in the car after the funeral and received a call from our doctor. She talked to Stephan because I didn't have my phone on me and told him that they saw something on the ultrasound and I would need to come in for more blood work . I guess the way she presented it to Stephan did not make it seem like it was something serious. I scheduled the day for my blood to be drawn and proceeded to carry out the rest of the week.
The following Wednesday I went to have my blood drawn and while the nurse was doing that, I asked her so what this was for and she had this puzzled look on her face. She asked me if the doctor called and talked to me and I told her she talked to Mr. Wonderful and he's not the best at relaying messages. The nurse went immediately to get my doctor who came in and told me what the finding was on the ultrasound. She said that the radiologist found that my baby had bright spots on her bowel. This means that there is a possibility that our baby could have a virus, cystic fibrosis, or a chromosome issue such as Down Syndrome. The blood work that I was getting done was going to assess our risk of having a baby with one of these issues. Basically this blood work was going to be very important in telling us whether our baby has a possibility of health problems when she is born. I took the news ok in the doctor's office and I thought I had the attitude that no matter what happens with my baby, we are going to be ok. But then I had to call and tell Mr. Wonderful after the appointment and I broke down. I think it hit me that something was wrong with my baby and I couldn't do anything about it. As much as we have prayed for and desired for this child, it broke my heart to know that she would come into this world fighting for her health. Then I had to call my mom and tell her and it was even worse. Needless to say that Wednesday took the wind out of my sails. I went from trying to decide how to decorate my nursery to worrying about the health of my child. Every night all I ask God for is that my child is healthy and it felt like my prayers were in vain.
The next day the nurse called for my weight and when I told her the number she said it was the same as last time...and that has NEVER happened to me so that was good news for me. I have gained 8 pounds so far and I am very happy about that because weight is something that is a constant battle for me. It's like I was looking for anything positive to celebrate at that point. All we could do was wait for the results. I am so happy to report that my doctor called this morning with our results and all tests have come back normal. Hearing those words have really made me a happy person. Yesterday was my 30th birthday and it's like I couldn't really enjoy it because I was worried about the health of my child. It feels like today is my birthday and I have just had a load lifted off of me. My hats are off to all parents of children with special needs. The feeling of knowing that your child will face health issues the rest of her life is something that no parent should have to face. Yes, I know that all children face obstacles but knowing even before the child is born that she will have problems is not fun to hear.
So now on to the next. I always say that we make plans and God has a good laugh. I am hoping to move on to focusing on maintaining my health an the health of this child...and getting my nursery together :) Thank you for all of your love and support so far. It truly makes a difference in our lives.
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