Phone Call

Wow. What a crazy week. So many things I want to talk about and blog about. We're officially in our new house, my in-laws are here and Scott's paperwork for work finally came through -- but those will have to wait for another day. Today, its all about the phone call I got from my doctor.

I had an ultrasound yesterday that revealed our newest little boy. I have known I was pregnant for awhile, but we kept it secret for some time. We wanted to make the big announcement when we found out the sex of the babe. We saw that little baby on the TV monitor and my whole world seemed complete. We walked out of the office elated to be bringing baby boy #3 home soon and thinking of 6 consecutive years of missions to pay for. Wrestling in the home is going to double. I'm sure the level of crazy is going to be insane. And I couldn't be happier about any of it.

Then, last night I got a phone call from my doctor. I missed the call and got a message saying there was something in my ultrasound that we needed to talk about and he would call me back first thing in the morning. So, of course I worried all night. Thinking the worst. We finally got the phone call around noon today. Dr. S stated my ultrasound showed some abnormalities in the baby's intestines, technically known as echnogenic bowel. Its a 'soft marker', meaning a abnormality that may indicate an increase risk for chromosomal abnormalities. Things such as downs syndrome. He wasn't too worried about, but said it was something we needed to discuss.

We were at a Walmart and I immediately started to panic. A million different thoughts ran through my head and I started to feel my world collapse. I couldn't wrap my head around any of the information I had been given and couldn't make any thought in my head clear. I talked to the doctor and opted to get further blood work done at my next appointment on Monday, but all of a sudden that wasn't soon enough. I wanted to go the doctor now to get the blood work done. I wanted to know now what was going on. I wanted to know now if my precious baby was going to be okay. 

However, we were getting ready to head to Red Rock Canyon with Scotts parents and I was forced to sit in the car alone with my thoughts. What a huge blessing that was. It gave me time to think and clear my head. It made me sit back and breath and really assess the situation. It helped me think of the bigger picture and what really mattered. It reminded me of the pure love of the Savior.

Then it hit me like a ton of bricks, so what if my baby has downs? Will I love him less? No. Would I even think about aborting the pregnancy? Not it a million years. This doesn't change one thing about how I feel about this baby. I love him. I love him so much.

We are still going to get the blood work done. If something is wrong I would like the chance to prepare, but the worry is gone. There are many other things this marker can mean such as blood in the amniotic fluid, viral infections or obstructed bowel. And in most cases, it clears up on its own. It is actually very rare that it means something negative at all. 

Either way, I am grateful I was given this opportunity to truly think about the gift of life and how our Savior loves each and everyone of us. I'm grateful to know the love of a mother and how it can overcome any obstacle. I always find it strange how a trial or an unexpected happening happens, it always leaves me feeling empowered. I know because the Lord is on my side I will come out on top. 

 Stay tuned for some more exciting posts about Scotts paperwork, fun visitors and the new house.

Wow, we really are blessed.