Showing posts with label cystic hygroma. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cystic hygroma. Show all posts

Today last year I posted this...

Today last year I posted this...

Dear baby,
           Yesterday we got to see you again. You look SO adorable. You had a teency bladder, and cute little fingers and toes. Your bones and your spine lit up all white and were just the cutest things we’ve ever seen. In one of the pictures you stretched out your legs as long as they could go and pointed your toes. Are you going to be a dancer little one? We’ll see. The rest of your genetic tests came back normal. All 46 chromosomes for you. The down side of the day, was your cystic hygroma was bigger than last time. Not as big as it was when it was huge, but bigger than last time. Your neonatologist said that it was not alarming, and told us to keep our fingers crossed it will be gone by your next ultrasound in a few weeks. She said that if it was gone by then we have cause to be “cautiously optimistic.” So, that is what we are being. In 10 weeks we go to Primary Childrens and their fetal cardiologists will look really closely at your heart. The hygroma tells us that it is likely that there is something wrong and hopefully they will be able to tell us what it is. How lucky are we that there is a top children's hospital right by us, so that if your little heart needs some help, the best of the best will be able to do it. Maybe there won’t be anything wrong and you are fixing it yourself. You must be working hard in there or something, because you are still making me sicker than a dog. I lost another pound, and am struggling to make it back up to my pre-pregnancy weight, but am determined to gain some weight this week. I’m debating eating a container of sour cream, then washing it down with a carton heavy whipping cream for lunch. Nothing sounds good/tastes good or stays in my stomach anyways, so I might as well put something high calorie in there for a minute or two right? Sounds delicious. Wish me luck.  Love,mom.   

This year I am posting this... 
I realize that the video is just black, but that laughter is the best sound I thought I'd never get to hear. My heart is bursting with gratitude. My miracle baby. 

38.5 week

 Beautiful = this tree in my front yard. 
Beautiful= Lucy passing her last ultrasound with flying colors. Look at those cheeks! Definitely my baby in there!
        Not beautiful= pretty much almost everything about the last 2 weeks of this pregnancy. Waiting, cankles, Braxton Hicks, weird body stuff, my inny belly button deciding late in the game to become an outie (luckily I have a pretty shallow umbilicus, but still...), extra tests, the eight seconds I get of sleep at a time, the serious waddlage I have going on, last week pregnancy terminology like; ripening cervix, bloody show, mucous plug... like for real? Don't worry though I'm handling this last part of pregnancy with patience, grace and emotional stability. Hahaha, ya right. 12 more days to go.... someone please kill me if it goes any longer than that. Luckily, she looks like she is worth waiting for.

Model Heart


One perfect little heart, and one happy happy mama 
Heres to hoping this is our one and only visit to Primary Childrens  
Dear Baby-
       The best word in the English language for us right now is the word "normal." That's what we heard at your fetal echo-cardiogram today. NORMAL!!! Actually, things were better than normal. The cardiologist used the words "great" "excellent" and "beautiful" in reference to your little heart. He said that because I was so "teeny tiny" and your heart was so "model perfect" they wondered if they could get some 3D pictures for a study they were doing. They wanted your ultrasound pictures to use as a normal example. This made my whole life complete. 1. The doctor called me teeny tiny, which made me feel like a million bucks, seeing as how lately I feel alot like Kirstie Alley during a fat stage, and 2- Your heart was "model perfect." I couldn't be happier... okay maybe I could be if that cute dad of yours sleeping on my stomach in the ultrasound office was a little less sleep deprived from studying and was home alot more. I can't even imagine how much more tired his eyes are going to look when you get here... it could get interesting. Counting the days! Love, Mom.