Wife&Mom Life

After last week's appointments, we spent most of our weekend in a daze. We tried to keep busy to keep our minds busy. Our 1 year old is really good at distracting us.  Sunday, we decided to take our prayers to church. We shuffled into the back pew of the church with my Grandpa.It was ironic to me the whole church service was based on "prayer' and how and when we should be praying. It seemed so fitting. And the final hymn of the day was "What a friend we have in Jesus". It's one I've known since my Sunday school days. But the words really hit me that day. As I was choking back tears, I could see my Grandpa wiping away his own. My Grandpa of course knows what is going on, but is not a man of many words. He doesn't need to be. But he's also not a man of many tears. I can count on 1 hand the number of times I've seen my Grandpa cry.  On Monday, August 19th, I got the call that our amniocentesis test came back with 98% positive ...

I t had been over a week since we got the news of our genetic screening coming back positive for Trisomy 18. Although we had questions, we had no answers. And although a we went through a number of emotions, we still remained hopeful. Yesterday (August 15), We had our full day of scheduled appointments. I was oddly, very calm going into everything. I think I was just so ready to have answers. Our first appointment was meeting with the genetic counselor. His job was to explain our first test results, and answer any questions that we may have. He did a really good job of being informative. And he was hopeful this was just a fluke. The blood test wasn't THAT accurate and we had already made it this far into pregnancy. He would better prepare us for what was to come if the findings were confirmed. We then went into an hour long ultrasound. Lee sat at top of the bed, and held my hand.  My eyes filled with tears seeing my baby again, he was strong, and moving around in there...

Dierks Bentley lyrics keep replaying in my mind: " Some days you just breath in Just try to break even. Sometimes your heart's poundin' out of your chest.  Sometimes it's just beatin'" R ight now, I'm just trying to break even and swear my heart is barely beating. 3 1/2 weeks after our 20 week anatomy scan, I was told the found cysts on our baby's brain. Which could potentially be a marker for downs syndrome. As scary as that was, my doctor was very hopeful my baby was healthy, and things would turn out okay. He recommended we go forward with genetic blood testing. And so we did . It was going to be about two weeks to hear the results. two weeks ago, we got the phone call saying our blood work came back completely normal without any concern. What a relief and a weight off our shoulders.  We let our families and friends know that all the prayers had worked-We presumed life without a worry.  Fast forward to last tuesday (two weeks ...