February 18, 2011:
"Its a boy" these words made our hearts flutter. G feverishly texted close family members of the news as the ultrasound technician continue to trace my belly examining our unborn son.
The doctor entered and took over. His news made our hearts drop. There was definitely without a doubt something wrong. In his words as he walked out of the exam room "there is something abnormal and the baby is measuring 2 weeks smaller than your 18 week 2 days. " He then told the ultrasound tech/nurse to set an appointment to see a genetic counselor.
There was no compassion. He left before we could ask a question. The news was actually brought to us as he quickly left the room.
We were escorted back into the single patient sized room makeshifting as a waiting room. I couldnt collect myself. I cried and cried. The small waiting room full of happy expectant couples made the tears flow heavier.
We left before speaking to the genetics counselor. We were too distraught to wait in the conditions given to us. I was too fragile and G attempted to be in denial.
The ride home was quiet. We held hands tightly attempting to try and comfort each other. We then held onto the hope we had. The atmosphere of the ultrasound wasnt comfortable and we attempted to believe they could be wrong.
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