Hey there! I'm sorry that it’s been a while since I last posted. It’s been a busy couple of months and honestly I’ve been sitting on this post for several weeks now. The timing on when to push that “submit” button on my blog just never seemed right for whatever reason. But tonight after editing a beautiful photo session of a momma and her two sweet girls I knew that I must press on, and continue. In my last post I shared about our 20 week ultrasound. Much to our dismay my doctor had reported that our little girl had something called Choroid Plexus Cysts. We were leaving for vacation in Florida the very next day and would have to wait a whole week for our level 2 ultrasound.
That vacation seemed like the longest week of my life but it finally drew to a close and we arrived back home with our level 2 ultrasound on our calendar for two days later. To say I was anxious was an understatement. My obstetrician had told us in our last visit that the level two ultrasound would check closely to see if there were any other issues with our baby. If the only abnormality they saw was Choroid Plexus cysts then more than likely Lorris was absolutely fine if there were other “markers” however, we knew that might be a different story.
I had worried since my last appointment and I was in desperate need of some good news. All I wanted was for Lorris to be healthy. I wanted our situation to be just like the hundreds of cases I read on the internet. Stories of perfectly babies who started out with the same cysts that Lorris had. I had begged and pleaded with God, I would do anything I could, just please make her ok.
The ultrasound was different than any I had ever experienced in a couple of ways. First, it went on for what seemed like eternity. I was used to ultrasounds that lasted 20-30 minutes and this one went on for well over an hour. It seemed like they measured every single part of our little girl, her brain, her heart, her chest, and many of her bones. As they measured, there would be a calculation that would appear beside it on the screen, a measurement in weeks. I was just shy of 22 weeks at the time and I remember each measurement of Lorris was right around the 21 week mark.
The second thing that was different is that you could tell that this ultrasound was serious business. Although the lady who did my ultrasound was kind, there was no chitchat. Marty held my hand the entire time and after about an hour we were told that we could wait in another room and the doctor would be in to talk with us. After what seemed like eternity the Dr. came in and I caught myself holding my breath as she began to speak.
“Other than the Choroid Plexus cyst your baby has no other visable markers for genetic abnormalities. She is measuring a little small, a week behind, but that’s not anything to be concerned about right now and could be the result of a slight difference in your due date. We weren’t able to get a good photo of your baby’s stomach but that very well could be because be she didn’t swallow while we were trying to look at it. We would like to see you again in 4 weeks just to check on her size but at this time I don’t feel there is anything to be concerned about. “
“So my baby is ok?”
“Yes, based on what we see today, your baby is fine. We will see you again in 4 weeks.”
I was beyond relieved and I found myself thanking God over and over. He had answered my prayer. I could finally relax and enjoy the pregnancy. We called our family and friends to share the good news and let them know our prayers had been answered, everything was going to be ok.
Lorris was ok.
Our baby girl was fine.
Until one month later when we found out she wasn’t.