On Friday, December 20th, we loaded up the van with our bags packed for Peoria but took a detour to our 18/19 week appointment first with both kids in tow. The ultrasound felt a little long, but I chalked it up to trying to wrangle two kids while in that small room. Owen was pretty into it!
Several days after I found out I was pregnant, William had a very vivid dream that we had a baby who had down syndrome. He told me about it immediately but we hadn’t really talked about it since. Maybe it was simply a way of preparing us for this appointment and all the emotions that came with it. When Ellen finally came in, she informed us that our little man had choroid plexus cysts. It is one of the “soft markers” they use for downs and trisomy 18. She reassured us that the chances of there actually being something wrong were very very small. And we actually left the appointment with a lot of peace.
We drove to Peoria for Christmas and had planned on having my mom open a big box of balloons the next day when we all opened gifts. She didn’t know we had our ultrasound moved up. But when Owen was playing cars with Grandpa, he made a comment about having a brother and with a few more probing questions, my dad had it out of him and us. So much for the surprise. :) Oh well.
The only super annoying thing that she was looking back through my charts and made me explain all the crazy that happened after Owen’s birth with my heart (see here). After reading and listening, she said she was going to recommend me going back to the cardiologist. Which I had already done after Owen and before Ellie’s birth. She asked if she could schedule that and I said no but I’d be happy to chat with my midwives about it. It just felt like she was looking for things. Ugh.
But less than a week later, my blood results came back great! While I know we could have handled what ever challenges this little man brought us, we are so so thankful that we are having a healthy baby! Now to compromise on a name.
