21w1d: Reflection

I keep reflecting about what happened in the last 24 hours. So much information has been given to me that I'm trying to process it all. I believe that the hospital is now preparing themselves rather than preparing us. They need the right specialists on hand in case he needs heart or kidney surgery when he comes out. They didn't even push the amnio because they can't do anything to change if he has Down's Syndrome. I think the amnio is more for the parents rather than the medical staff.

I am trying my hardest to take everything as it is. I am ok one minute and I am sad another minute. We are given things we can handle and we are blessed with whatever we get. I was so sure that we were having twin girls and we got one of each. After reading success stories, I was so sure that the boy was ok with just that one marker of the fluid in the neck. But since more markers have appeared, I am not so sure he is ok now. Too bad nothing can change the situation ~ if there is something that I can eat or if I have to exercise 3 hours a day I would. I just hope and pray he comes out happy and healthy with or without Down’s Syndrome. We will love him just the same if not more.

21w0d: Markers

I went in for a fetal assessment today. It turns out the boy has 3 down syndrome markers - kidneys are dialated, short femur bones, and cystic hygroma. This means the twin boy will have a 50% chance of having down syndrome. The biggest concern is the cystic hygroma because it can block the passage to the heart and cause heart problems. That is probably one of my fears that the his heart will have too work too hard. So far his heartbeat is awesome ranging from 154-163 bpm.

So the next set of appointments will involve an echo cardiogram to make sure there are no holes in the heart and a nephrology consult to make sure we know what to do with the kidneys. We will also go back to get the cystic hygroma and femur follow up. We need the cystic hygroma to go away and the femurs to grow.

The office is so much nicer and the staff is much nicer at the fetal assessment department.

Stats:
Boy: 13oz, heartbeat 154 bpm, measures at 21w6d
Girl: 1lb, heartbeat 124 bpm, measures at 22w0d

20w6d: Speculation

I got a call from my OB yesterday. The boy has an added marker/symptom for down's syndrome to make them concerned. Besides the extra fluid or fold or whatever on his neck, he now has a short femur compared to his head and stomach. I am concerned, but not. I mean he could just be short. Shortness is fine and down's syndrome is fine. As long as everything is ok with his heart, then I won't be concerned.

I am on this see saw of concern and trying to find peace in this whole medical experience. I am a strong believer in you are given what you can handle. He and she are our miracles from the man upstairs - if they are ready to come into this world we are ready for you little angels. Thank you for wanting to share your lives with us. Truly blessed.

20w2d: The Verdict

We have one boy and one girl. The boy is Twin A or Lefty Lucy (I guess that
isn't a good name anymore). And Twin B or Righty Tighty is a girl. Both are 15 oz. They both measure at 21 weeks and 3 days. The boy has a heartbeat of 163 bpm. The girl has a heartbeat of 153 bpm. My daughter has named them Squeeze and Stretch.

Despite rising excitement and the happy news, I was deeply disappointed. It was such an awful experience that I had a meltdown laying on the table during my scan. I got to my ultrasound appointment on time an was told I was too late. This was a turn of events that made everything sour. I irritatedly told the lady at the front desk that the automated system
left me a message to come 1 hour later yesterday. After 15 minutes of waiting and the front desk calling the supervisor after supervisor, the OB technician finally came out. She was obviously very bitter. She right off said my mom and daughter cannot come with me because she needs to concentrate because she's 35 minutes behind to take 160 pictures. I tried to politely ask for them to come back so that my mom can take pictures for my deployed husband. The tech cut me
off and said that no cameras are
allowed. Then she continued to scold
me about not paying attention to the automated system and someone should have called me. I argued with her I'm new to this system and I had to rearrange my schedule just to come 1 hour later. I reached my breaking point with this whole medical system. I could not enjoy watching my babies on the screen without any family members. I started to cry from the stress
of not enjoying the moment and wishing it was over. Finally, after my tears, the tech finally let my mom and daughter in. But the tech, still rude said that the baby needs to be quiet. My daughter made no peeps.

I felt better after they came in, then another bubble bursted. The boy has extra thickness on his neck which could mean he has down syndrome. The doctor now wants me to go back for extra testing especially an amino. I will not do it. Why do doctors freak you out?

19w5d: Jumping Beans

I have finally reached my magical week. I love 19 weeks! I no longer throw up in the morning or in the evening. I am still unsettled in the evenings with indigestion, but I can go without eating for 3 hours now. This is exciting news. I guess as soon as you feel the babies move daily, you no longer need the reassurance of morning sickness that everything is ok. I've been feeling vibrations, pokes, flutters, and hiccups on a daily basis.

My stomach is huge! Speaking of which, the doctor has said I need to slow down with my weight gain already. Sniff sniff. I guess my cravings for avocado, red meat, and sandwiches aren't good for this diet. He suggests I need to talk to a nutritionist and step up the exercise routine. Can the nutritionist also give me time to do everything?

The little jumping beans are growing. The OB says everyone looks good and they are movin and groovin.



My next appointment will be an ultrasound on 3/2. I hope that they can see the genders. I am so impatient I can't wait to know!!

15w2d: Experiences

I'm not having a good medical experience. It took 3 weeks to get a prenatal registration appointment. After the 1.5 hour registration appointment (mostly waiting), I had to go to the lab and wait for another 1.5 hours only to find out my account information was messed up. I spent another hour trying to sort out my patient information with medical records and patient admissions. After about 1 week, I found out I have my first OB appointment 1 day before I go in. Organization is not key to this place.

I had my first visit with my new OB. On first impression, his customer service skills are very impressive. He likes to ask me if I had any questions after every comment he made. I didn't feel rushed or feel like a number. It stinks going to a new doctor and being pregnant because I had to get a physical all over again. Talk about pain.

I had some bleeding this morning. The causes may be one of 2 things. It turns out my cervix is a little inflammed or it could have been some external irritations. The bleeding stopped after 3 hours and the doctor wasn't alarmed, so I wasn't either especially since I felt no cramps.

The babies are growing well. Lefty Lucy was pretty mellow. Lefty had a heartbeat of 170.

Righty Tighty moves a lot. Righty has a heartbeat of 160bpm.

I'm starting to think that Lefty is an instigator because I feel Lefty more and I don't feel Righty until Lefty moves. I think Lefty kicks Righty and make Righty move.

I am sad that the doctor can't tell the genders with that ultrasound machine.

12w5d: Really?

So I hear that 13w0d is a magical day. I actually had a magical morning and didn't throw up. Zantac and Zofram have been working wonders for the last 3 days. I think those maybe my magic pills. Hopefully, I won't need them in 2 days. Now, I wonder if my evening will be as great as my morning.

I just read that the babies are about 3 inches long now. Dang, they grow fast!

I'm living on eating small meals every 1.5-2 hours or the nausea hits. It's definitely manageable now and I am not sure how I was able to get through the last 5 weeks of the pregnancy blues.I was so miserable. The Zantac might just be masking the idea that I am ok. I'm glad that it last 12 hours.

Oh well, it's time to snack again.