I had a dr. appointment on Tuesday. This appointment was met with much anxiety, and many tears. Between Mother’s Day, Faith’s Birthday, the appointment, not to mention we are at the same window of this pregnancy in which we received her diagnosis, it has been a hard week.
However, the Lord gave us some sunshine in the midst of a gloomy week, and we are so grateful. My mom went with me to my appointment, and she was more nervous than I was.
When Dr. D came in, he commented on my blood pressure. It was SLIGHTLY ELEVATED (read- extremely high.) He retook it, and it was still high. I assured him it was probably just some nerves, that would settle once we got through the appointment.
He started the ultrasound, and our sweet little peanut was all curled up, face down with it’s hiney in the air. It kept kicking at the ultrasound probe, and even moved its tiny hand up by its face. He started at the head and worked his way down. He was able to show us that the chest wall and the abdominal wall were both intact. The spine was completely straight, and the baby was measuring right on target. None of these things were true with Faith. He is 100% confident that we are NOT dealing with a birth defect like Faith’s. A huge sigh of relief came over both my mom and me, and we cried tears of joy. Mom asked if he could tell the sex yet, and he said we should definitely be able to tell next time!!! YAY!
I wish I had thought to take a picture of the pictures, but Cade and SaraGrace were so anxious to see them, and we hung them on the fridge.
You know, I was so fearful of Tuesday’s appointment. Part of me was scared to death for the Lord to reveal His plans for this child on that day. He is a faithful God, and has blessed us far beyond what we deserve. I’m not sure why I get amnesia sometimes, and forget that He has it all in control. Romans 8:28 should be my life verse, yet sometimes I fail to remember all He has done.
Before we left the dr’s office, Dr. D sat down and scheduled all of our appointments, including the c-section. He saw that this was going to be a Thanksgiving baby, so he said, “How about Monday, November 19th?” I said, “Sure.” But then it changed to this:
“If I have the baby on Monday, I will come home on Wednesday. Do you have a problem with all of us loading up in the car and heading to Georgia to the hunting woods for Thanksgiving that night?”
He looked at me like I was a crazy woman.
My mom assured him, “She’s being serious.”
He said we might would have to re-think that and we could discuss it next time. You know I can’t be missing out on some turkey and dressing, not to mention Black Friday!!! We’ll have to see how this plays out.
Thank you to everyone for your thoughts and prayers this week. The Lord has lifted our spirits with this tiny blessing.