Saturday, November 16, 2013

Are you sure Thursday wasn't April 1st?

If someone had told me it was April on Thursday, I wouldn't have doubted them for a second.

Nic and I headed up to Sacramento for our ultrasound with the specialists, hoping for only a diagnosis of a cleft lip, but preparing ourselves for additional concerns as well. Because, in all honesty, it seems like with our babies its always been one hurdle after another.

Don't get me wrong, I love hurdles. They might not always be easy to get over, but they keep me on my toes and they are constant reminders of the amazing children I am blessed to love and who love me in return. Besides, I'm pretty accustomed to them at this point. In fact, I'm not sure what my life would look like without them, which is why it's always suspect when one gets removed.

Which brings me back to our appointment. It couldn't have started any better. The doctor who saw us was the same one who delivered Xander after I was transferred to Sacramento for my emergency c-section almost two years ago. He is amazing under pressure and I have full confidence in his ability and knowledge as a physician, which instantly put me at ease - not an easy task when the doctor is trying to predict the future challenges of your unborn child.

Nonetheless, it was the best possible scenario from the moment we walked into his office and it only got better. During the ultrasound he explained everything to us and walked us through each organ, structure, etc... finding everything normal. Finally, he zeroed in on the cleft and like some crazy April Fool's joke said "I'd bet the farm on it that this baby doesn't have a cleft".

Umm... "What?"

Nic and I were in shock. We still are. How can a cleft be there one minute and then 2 weeks later not be? And what kind of ultrasound techs and doctors (there were 4 total, all conversing, at our first appointment) wouldn't be able to double check one another close enough to raise a red flag that "hey, maybe we don't have a good enough picture or the proper angle to make that diagnosis at this point"??

So, besides my frustration and complete loss of respect for the ultrasound techs and doctors in that department at our base hospital, I am happy to say that a hurdle has been removed for our little one and us!

Although Nic and I are keeping our celebration to a minimum, because we both fear it might be some cruel joke. I am happy to share that we have returned to the status of a non high-risk pregnancy and a healthy baby.

So, thank you everyone for your support, encouragement, prayers, and understanding over the last couple of weeks. We look forward to sharing the rest of our journey with you - and hopefully, the hurdle that has been removed didn't leave a giant chasm in its wake. (Keeping our fingers crossed)