And there we are. Our planned 20 week ultrasound. A day we've been looking forward to because we're going to find out the sex this time AND (more importantly) we get to see our baby on screen again. Delightful.
And then the ultrasound tech says: "I'm just going to show the doctor these images, to make sure I've taken all the photos I need." And I think: "Oh no, you're not. Something's wrong."
And something is. And in comes the doctor to probe some more. And he throws out words like "growth" and "mass" and "spina bifida". And it gets difficult to breathe.
And they whisk us over to the Women's Pavilion for a fetal assessment. And 3 more people probe at my belly and look at images and take photos.
It turns out our little baby boy has a giant tumour on his back. And I sit here not knowing what to type after that - except that I know this. We need prayers and lots of them because God can do miracles and we are expecting nothing less at this point.
They know very little right now. They know that he has a tumour on his back and that it is big but they've never seen one in this location and they have no idea if it will grow or if it will just stay the same size. At this point he's healthy in every other way. He is kicking and his lungs and brain and heart are all functioning perfectly well. He doesn't seem the least bit bothered by the tumour at this point. (They are relatively confident that it's NOT spina bifida as they would likely see affects on the brain if it were.)
And now we enter the "wait and see" game. They don't anything and we know even less. We are seeing the pediatric surgeon next Thursday and a geneticist on Monday. (If things stay as they
are our baby will have to have surgery shortly after coming out - hence the surgeon.) We also have to go for an MRI but that has not yet been booked.
What else can I tell you? I guess our prayer is that the tumour either disappear entirely (the miracle) or that it not grow at all and not affect our baby at all (that's one of the biggest concerns - that it grow at too rapid a pace and then also affect the baby and his organs and puts his life at risk).
And, we've decided that we will create a bit of a blog with updates. That way you can keep as informed as you want to. Who knows, maybe the blog will only last a few weeks because the news will be so good so quickly.
And the other thing is, we have named him. Because we need to. Because he is our son. His name is Jackson Louis. You can call him Jack. Because he is our "gracious gift from God".
Cynthia, J-L, Abigail and Jack