I obviously had my ultrasound and it was amazing.
To see my baby for the first time left me in a natural high.
I am beyond excited.
This baby is due after Christmas so this is going to be interesting. My husband received the news from me and is also excited!
A boy! I couldn't be happier to know I was having a healthy baby boy. :)
On a note filled with reality, I thought I would share this interesting moment with you all.
I was originally going to get my ultrasound later than this day but it had to be sort of rushed. The reason being, the down syndrome screening came up positive. *gasp* OK, let me just tell the story...
I woke up later in the morning on a friday to a missed call. Upon checking my voicemail I continued to listen as a nurse that I was unfamiliar with sounded quite concerned for me. I was told to call her back as soon as possible so I did just that. Did I mention this was a friday morning? A wonderful start to a weekend. I listen as the woman explains to me that the screening came back positive and they would need me to come in sooner to do an ultrasound and find out the correct age of my child. Of course they informed me from the beginning that false positives do occur and it was reiterated to me in the conversation as well. Does that matter? Not at all. How could I even explain how my heart dropped inside of me as I held my stomach tightly? I got off the phone with her as she called to set up an u.s. for me and I just stared at my phone until the light flickered on and the buzzing began to go off. I would have to wait until Monday for this appt.
I immediately called my husband in Afghanistan and began to explain the situation. Although he was sleeping he woke up rather quickly and began to console me and even better, rationalize the situation. I listened as he told me that everything would be fine and as I began to question what I could have done wrong he brought me back up. The greatest thought placed into my head was if our child wasn't "perfect" would we love him any less? The answer is no.
I never realized how many women actually go thru this scare or truth and panic continuously until they answer that final question. Those who answer no continue on and love and understand their child thru imperfections or find out, like us, that the screening was done too soon. Which relieves a parent of the heavy weight you feel inside. Then what pissed me off the most was the fact that I recalled my regular nurse's assistant telling me that this screening was done and that although false positives arise, it would pretty much give me an idea on whether I'd keep the baby.
Keep the baby?! My child?! The one inside of me? Fluttering around like a cocooned caterpillar transforming inside of me into my son?!
But many women do use that as their choice. The thought never crossed my mind again and I was overjoyed as the ultrasound technician was so caring. Tears escaped my eyes as I saw my child across a screen in black and white and continued to do so as he (without actually being allowed to tell me) hinted that I was not as far a long as they assumed and that all of the measurements look great. That I shouldn't worry anymore. Good thing I stopped worrying and crying 3 hours after speaking to my husband the day I found out. Even over miles he is my rock.
Well, that is my story. A common one, maybe? Either way a stressful journey that is well worth it in the end.
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