WARNING: This post is going to be about Whoopsie. If you are one of those readers who find that blogs, like sitcoms, go bad when they try to introduce a baby into the story line, this is your chance to go back and read about Typhon singing or Miss Snootie, my best friend at the Marie. If not, bear with me. I've got a lot going on in my head today...
At my first visit to see the doctor about Whoopsie, he mentioned to me that since I was going to be 38 during this pregnancy, he wanted me to consider having an amniocentesis to determine if there are any chromosomal issues with the baby, most specifically Down's Syndrome. Me being me, leery of tests and not so good with facing stressful situations, I told him I'd think about it and go from there.
The first scan went well and the doctor didn't see anything that looked worrying to him. I was relieved to hear this and hoped that the idea of the amnio would quietly go away. At that same appointment, I agreed to go ahead and have the blood test for Down's in hopes that this would alleviate all my worries.
Saturday, I had a message from the doctor that he wasn't happy with the results of the blood test and there is an elevated risk of Whoopsie having Down's Syndrome. That being the case, he has strongly recommended that I have an amniocentesis as soon as possible so we can find out what the heck is going on in there.
I'm ok with that. What I'm scared and worried about is that there is a risk of miscarriage from the amnio and since I've unfortunately had 3 of those before, I really don't want to have another one. And of course, the other thing, what do we do if Whoopsie does have Down's?
I've had some very good support from Hubster, Miss Tennessee 1975 and The Beautiful Version of Julia Child and thanks to their thoughts and comments, I've decided that having the test is the best option. I know that I can not handle worrying about Whoopsie for the next 5 months, wondering what really is going on. I wouldn't know how to help Mini-Husband and The Princess understand why Mommy was acting like a weeping basket case all winter.
I'm heading to the clinic dark and early tomorrow morning with Hubster in tow. The whole thing shouldn't take too long and then I've been ordered on bed-rest for the day. Hopefully, if all goes as it should, we will have the results in about 2 weeks time.
So, there you have it.
Now that I've actually written all that out, I'm going to go play with the muddy dogs and try not to worry. I have to trust that what will be, will be. Hubster and I have been blessed already so many times over. We need to be thankful for that.
9 comments:
Karen - sending good thoughts and vibes your way. Positive, warm thoughts too.
It will all work out. I know it will.
I love you! XOXOXO
Thinking of you and looking forward to teaching Whoopsie Sudoku in the spring.
Deep breath Dig, you'll be fine. Much love to you, xoxoxox
Gosh, that's a lot to handle. I hope your mind will be put at ease very soon. Here's more positive vibes coming your way. <3 <3 <3
Dear Karen,
There is nothing I can say to help you with your fears and concerns; Just know I'm thinking of you in my prayers and I'm holding your hand.
Linda
Karen -- If I had a dollar for every time I have heard of those tests being wrong I'd be rich. My cousin was told her child would likely have downs syndrome and he was completely healthy, and my sister-in-law had a similar experience. God bless you. You are in my prayers. Love, Shelly
I send good thoughts and carma your way Mama. Unfortunately this comes with the territory of being "advanced maternal age." I just try to think of advanced as wiser than others ;). Much Love. Ellen
Whatever the results, Karen, you will be fine. If your other children are any indication, Whoopsie will be a phenomenal child. I'll keep my fingers and toes crossed and send good thoughts. I've got the direct line to God involved, too (aka my Mom).
on karen's behalf, since she is tucked up in bed, i thank you all for your love and support; i know how much you all mean to her
the procedure went well, and we were in and out of the clinic in a matter of minutes... everything was zen until we got 30 minutes of the way home and dig realised they hadnt given her the injection (rhogam?) for blood conflict issues...
after a mild panic attack and a swift u-turn we were back at the clinic and the required injection was administered, along with the required blood sample being taken, which means that karen now has band-aids all over her! Dig was finally reassured that she hadn't just killed her baby ...
so we ended up getting home about 11ish and the rest of the day has been split between bed and the couch. she is in good spirits and looking forward to getting in touch with you all soon
ps we wont know the results for a number of days...
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