I’ve alluded to it a little, and even mentioned it to close friends or family, but I haven’t told anyone our semi-secret. I have pregnancy complications. If you have been following me around on Twitter, you might have noticed that I’ve been having doctor appointments to see Addison every 2 weeks.
When we went to our appointment for our gender scan (just a few days before our gender reveal party) we first found out that we were having a girl, and were elated. A few minutes later though, the technician seemed worried and called our doctor in to look at the ultrasound. After the technician pointing out a few things on the screen to the doctor, we finished up and waited to talk to the doctor alone. Our sweet Addison had a cyst below her bottom, that made it look like there was a bubble by her butt. They also thought that she would have 3 other complications, but more on that later. Our world turned upside down and we went from being incredibly excited to incredibly worried. My doctor suggested we go see a specialist in a town about 30 minutes away, and go from there.
A week after our gender scan, and just a few days after our big gender reveal party, we drove to Temple to talk to a doctor about our complications. I had another ultrasound with way more measurements, and after allowing the doctor to look at our scans from the week before, as well as the scans from that day, we were asked if we would like to have an amniocentesis done. I cried. I cried because I had read the risks of amnios…the big one being the “m” word- miscarriage. Mathew and I talked about it and decided we needed to do the amnio to see if we could learn more about what was happening to Addison. I cried and cried as the doctor and his nurse got the tools ready for the procedure. I remember closing my eyes because although I can easily stare at a needle in my arm while donating blood, I just wasn’t sure about how I would feel seeing a huge needle go into my stomach and get incredibly close to my baby girl. Luckily, the amnio felt like a pinch, and I sat up afterwards with just a band-aid on top. The doctor was sweet enough to try to make me feel slightly better by getting some pictures of Addison for me, and I posted this on Instagram to try to lift my spirits:
We went back to the hospital, I got my shot, and Mathew and I prayed more than ever that God would help our baby girl and that He would reveal himself to me because I was incredibly scared and needed that extra push. God was wonderful and just 2 days later we received the first results of our amnio (called a FISH) that stated that Addison did not have Trisomy 13, 18, or 21. I cried with tears of joy, and talked to the doctor about more of our concerns- one being the fact that he wanted us to go to Houston to Texas Children’s Hospital just a few weeks later.
This is just part 1 of our story with parts 2 and 3 to come. Of course, our journey is still continuing, and there’s so much more to process as we find out that information. Please stick around to find out more of our story and our pregnancy complications with Addison.