Merry Christmas!

From our family to yours ...

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Saying Yes

Five years ago today, P asked me if I would marry him.  Saying yes was a very good decision.  We've been through so much together, and are stronger because of it.  It's fun to think back to that night five years ago.  We weren't living together at the time, and when I got to his house, he told me I had to wear a dress to his work Christmas party.  I was pissed because not only was it frigid outside, but I'd already showered and dried my hair - and I hadn't shaved my legs.  So as I stood in the shower shaving, I was fuming. Little did I know that I'd be engaged in just a few hours!  P was so nervous, and hummed all throughout dinner, which was pretty strange.  The waiters were all over us, because they were in on it and not sure it was going to happen because P kept putting it off.  Finally, after our dinners had been cleared away, the waiter came over with a dessert and two glasses of champagne and said he thought it would be nice for a celebration.  Confused, I turned to P as he pulled out a ring and asked me to marry him.  I was ecstatic and immediately said yes.  He claims I said "Holy $@!%", but I beg to differ :)  Either way, I'd say it worked out pretty well!

THANKSGIVING

Today, I am thankful for many things.  I am happier than I have been in years.  Maybe ever.  I feel content and while it scares the crap out of me, I'm trying to just go with it:

I am thankful for Brienna.  I used to be a very insecure and self-conscious person.  I compared myself to everyone and always found fault ... with myself.  It was something I struggled with and worked on for years.  When we found out that our baby was sick, so many people told us how brave and how strong we were.  And all I could think was, "we don't have an effing choice!!!" How does that make us strong?"  And I didn't feel strong.  I felt like I could lose it at any moment and sometimes, I did.  But you know what, I am strong.  I read a quote on another blog: you never know how STRONG you are until STRONG is your only option.  I am stronger than I ever gave myself credit for.  Brienna made me strong.  That's not to say that I don't occasionally struggle with insecurities, but not like I used to.  I know what I'm made of now.  And I like me.  I am comfortable in my own skin.  And if I feel insecure, I remind myself that I've walked some pretty rough terrain and am better for it.  I will forever be grateful to her for that gift.

I am thankful for my sister.  Despite the fact that for the better part of two years, I was locked in my own little world of hurt and took very little interest in anyone (or anything) else, she didn't give up on me.  I love her for that.  We're closer than ever now and it feels really good.

I am thankful for P.  We celebrated our four year anniversary last month.  We have dealt with a lot in our four years and yet we're a stronger couple because of it.  He is the love of my life.

I am thankful for running.  It really does help keep me sane.  It also is a confidence booster.  P, Pete, Bailey and I ran our own Turkey Trot this morning (I couldn't find one in our area that was jogger and pet friendly!) and it was the perfect way to start my day.

Lastly, I am thankful for Pete.  He is the light of my life and I love everything about him.  I am sure every new parent feels this way, but I stare at him with wonder and amazement and am beyond proud of him.  He has made me happier than I ever thought I could be and I can't thank him enough for it.  He is such a lovable, fun little boy and I truly cannot believe he's mine :)

Happy Thanksgiving!

Daddy's Girl ...

I don't know where to begin. I should start by saying that P has always been a bit squeamish when it comes to blood and hospitals and all related things. He hates hospitals and has passed out when seeing blood in the past. When I was in nursing school, he would get kinda grossed out if I told him a story, so he started watching Discovery Health to help get him used to what he'd be hearing about ... so cute.

The day that Brienna was born, I was nervous for him that he'd be majorly freaked out. How wrong I was ... when my water broke (and then continued to break), I was slightly mortified. It just wouldn't stop and it's kinda gross if you think about it. I was embarrassed and generally would have just done everything myself, but couldn't because not only was I nine months pregnant and not really able to bend over, I was having some pretty intense contractions. So, I had to swallow my pride and let P help. And he did. He cleaned up for me, he cleaned me, he helped me change and was just great ... he held my hair back while I got sick and just tended to me and made me feel like it was all okay ...

Then Brienna was born and I was just blown away ... I don't know what I expected, but P was just so incredible with her. I think it's hard/different for any father because they don't have nine months of a baby inside them to bond and prepare. I was nervous for P because I knew that he might have to say hello and goodbye at the same time and I just wasn't sure how he'd handle it ... he keeps his emotions very close to his heart and we'd never been in a situation like this before ... but he was just incredible. I couldn't stop staring at the two of them.

P has two webbed toes on each of his feet. His entire family on his dad's side does ... as he and Sue were bathing Brienna, I heard him start laughing and he called over, "Laus, her feet are webbed exactly like mine!" He was crying and laughing and I started crying and laughing and it just made me so happy that they shared that. She was truly a daddy's girl.

Things I am Thankful For

Awhile back, Suz from Steece's Pieces wrote a post about the ability to give thanks in any situation ... I decided it would be a good thing for me to try, so here goes:

I am beyond thankful for my parents and my in-laws. Saturday, P and I were unsure with what to do with ourselves to stay busy. We started watching some 24 (notice a trend?) in the later part of the morning and into the afternoon. I talked to my parents, who said they would be happy to meet us for dinner or come to see us so we didn't have make the drive. My mom suggested we call P's parents too. We did, and everyone came to us for an impromptu dinner Saturday night. It was exactly what we needed. I am so lucky that our parents get along so well and that they truly enjoy each other's company. We ended up having a really nice night, and for that, I am grateful.

I am thankful for my mom. She has truly been an amazing support for me, and I cannot imagine getting through this without her. I can only imagine how much she is hurting for her own baby (me), yet she has been so strong and so there for me that words cannot describe how much I love and appreciate her.

I am thankful for my dad. He gets together with his friends for every Pats game, but knew that P and I were looking to be distracted so he told his friends he couldn't make it and had us over the house to watch the game. He got all our favorite snacks, made a delicious dinner for us and it was just a nice family day. I appreciate it more than he knows ...

I am thankful for my sister. She was supposed to head back to NYC on Sunday morning, but stuck around on Sunday to watch the Pats game with us and planned on leaving early early Monday morning to get back in time for work. Without me knowing, she emailed her boss and asked for Monday off so she could spend the day with me. So she came down after our appt. with the genetic counselor (more on that later) and hung out with me. I think she sensed my fear of being alone, and decided to stay last night too so that we could hang out today. We cooked dinner, watched TV with P and Miss B and she stuck around today so I could have company while P was at work. I needed that more than she could ever know, and it brings tears to my eyes just thinking about how lucky I am that she is my sister and that we are so close.

I am thankful that we were able to get pregnant in the first place ... so many couples struggle with infertility, and we were blessed with conceiving quite quickly. I know someday I'll look back on this pregnancy with fond memories of my first baby ... it hurts so much now, but I cherish the fact that God gave me this chance in the first place ... I just hope I can do right by my baby.

Lastly, but certainly not least, I am so thankful for my husband. He is a pillar of strength and I literally cannot imagine going through this, or anything in life, without him. When I got the news about Toot, I was watching the movie P.S. I Love You. All I could think during the movie was thank God I had P and that losing him would be even more unbearable than this. So, if this is supposed to teach me anything, I think it's taught me that my marriage is stronger than I could have imagined and that my love for my husband is truer than I had known. He has been there for me in every way possible, and it breaks my heart because I doubt I've been there for him as he has for me.

So, despite the sadness, I know I'm lucky to have great family and friends ...
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As I mentioned earlier, we met with a genetic counselor yesterday. She was very nice, but actually didn't tell us all that much. She seemed surprised that we knew as much as we did about T18 and really didn't offer much we didn't already know. She did say that as long as our full karyotype does not come back showing translocation T18, we should have no worries about future children being affected by T18 or by Smith Lemli Opitz syndrome. She showed us the AFP results and basically said that the screening test looks at the same enzyme or whatever to predict risk. I did find out in looking at the results that our risk for T18 was greater than 1:5, not 1:40 like I had previously thought. That stung a little and probably would have made me less optimistic had I known, so maybe it's best that I didn't ... My OB/GYN's office is near my parent's house where I grew up, which would mean that I'd deliver at a small community hospital. This counselor was near us and was great in that she said she'd set us up with someone closer to home, if our OB chooses to transfer us (which sounds likely). The hospital we'll most likely deliver at now has a NICU and special care nursery (not that we'll need it, P and I want comfort care only; nothing we do will fix our little baby) and we'll be able to meet with the nurses and neonatologists ahead of time and hopefully have some familiar faces when we do in fact deliver. We should get the results of the full karyotype on Friday, which I have mixed feelings about. That makes it officially real (not that it isn't already, but I can still hold on to the tiniest shred of hope that this was all a mistake, HA) but at least then we'll know if it is in fact full T18 (95% chance it is) and I guess it will help guide our decision making/thoughts/feelings etc. I am truly emotionally drained ...

Complete Devastation

Well, the Christmas miracle that we prayed for has sadly not come true. Our baby does indeed have Trisomy 18 :( I cannot even begin to explain how sad I am. We found out on Christmas Eve at 12:02 PM. My doctor himself called and gave me the bad news. I was alone, watching P.S. I Love You - I know, how dumb can one be, right? As soon as I hung up the phone, I just lost it. I called my mom because poor P was at work and I just didn't know how I could tell him at work. She and my dad immediately got in the car to come see me and I made the hardest phone call in the world to my husband. He came home immediately and we just cried. I kept trying to repeat to myself that falling apart is not an option, but it wasn't really working all that well. I think I was just in total disbelief. Toot looked okay on the ultrasound. None of the definining characteristics: strawberry head, clenched fists, rocker-bottom feet, esophageal atresia, omphalacele, etc. were there. Toot's little heart is hooked up correctly, with 4 chambers and the pulmonary artery in the right place. It was too early to tell if there were any septal defects, but everything looked okay. How on earth could this actually be happening?

P and I just cuddled on the couch with Miss B. She could totally tell that something was wrong and just sat there with us, quiet as a mouse (very unlike her). We eventually decided that we needed to leave the house, so went to the grocery store and spent the rest of the night baking anything we could think of to keep our minds occupied. Then we watched about 9 episodes of 24. I don't think either one of us slept much at all. My brother and his family had sent Christmas presents, and when we opened the box, there was a card that said "open before Christmas". We did, and it was a card congratulating us on being pregnant :( It almost broke my heart. It feels like we're not pregnant anymore because we're losing the child we thought we were going to have. But we are, and I am so struggling with how I feel ... I'm not sure I can even put into words what I do feel, but am hoping to write more about it later ...

I was dreading Christmas so much. Our families both changed plans, so we went to P's parents house in the morning and it was surprisingly nice. It was just the 5 of us and B, and we just kinda sat around and talked and then opened presents. P's mom had screened all the gifts from other people, but one slipped through the cracks and was a little ornament with a baby. I lost it and had to run in the bathroom and hide. P came with me and we both just held each other and cried. I told him that I didn't even want to be pregnant anymore because it just hurts too much. We eventually got through it, but it was hard. I get these panic attacks too every time we need to leave somewhere or go somewhere. My heart starts racing and I freak out and can barely breathe. The crying that goes along with it doesn't really help. Not to mention the fact that I'm still sick and stuffed up to begin with. We headed to my parents house, cried some more but then ended up having a really nice afternoon. I was literally dreading the whole day, and despite the sadness, it ended up being just fine. It was nice just being with the people that we love, and the distraction of being with other people is really helpful too. I think I made it 4 hours without crying, which totally amazed me.

P had to go into work for a little bit today, so I headed to my parents house for the morning, because I am absolutely petrified of being alone. I called my OB (it is so strange to have all these doctor's cell phone numbers) and asked him a few questions. With the diagnosis, he recommended termination of the pregnancy, but P and I just don't think we can do that. It feels like it would be the easiest thing right now, but I don't think five years from now I would agree. I don't want any regrets ... and nothing is going to make this easy. I also called Dr. C, who did our amnio. I swear, he is a gift from God. When I called, he said that he was in his office, that they were closed, but that he would be happy to meet with us that afternoon to talk further about things. It was just what I needed, and P and I practically raced over there. He's been amazing throughout this whole thing, and we only met him for the first time the day of our amnio. I've known Dr. P for 10 years, but hearing all the info from Dr. C has just been more comforting. He offered more options for us (not just termination) and that was comforting too. According to him, carrying to term should have no more effect on my body than a "normal" pregnancy would.

We asked about the possibility of our baby having mosaic Trisomy 18 versus full Trisomy 18, and he said he was curious about that as well given that the ultrasound looked okay. There's about a 2% chance of that happening, so we're not counting on it, and even if it were true, there would then be even more uncertainty ... I guess other than the FISH test being wrong (I know, that's not possible), the best we can hope for is that the baby doesn't have translocational Trisomy 18, because that would mean any future children would have T18 as well ... beyond that, I don't even know what to hope for ...

Sad Week

P and I have had a rough week. I got a phone call on Tuesday from my OB/GYN asking me to call him, but that it was "nothing serious". When the doctor himself calls, you know its serious. I called the office, and he was out, but he called me back from his cell phone - again, a sign of it being serious - to tell me that my AFP came back abnormal and that Toot was at a significantly increased risk of Trisomy 18. There are 1:3000 children born with Trisomy 18 every year; our risk had increased to 1:40. He recommended an amniocentesis and told me not to panic. HA. I immediately called P and asked him to come home. Then I found the Trisomy 18 foundation's website and cried my little heart out. Trisomy 18 is basically a lethal diagnosis for your child. Most children don't even make it to birth; those that do typically die within minutes, hours or days. Less than 10% live until they are 1. I was literally stunned. I'm young, healthy, P and I aren't related, how could our baby possibly have this disease? It just doesn't seem fair ...

I spent the next few days alternating between being incredibly sad, and hopeful that everything would be okay. My doctor's office was great, and set us up with an amniocentesis on Friday. The amnio carries its own risk, with miscarriage being the most frequent complication. P and I spent hours talking about how to make this decision. We ultimately decided that we needed to know. We just couldn't see ourselves going through the next 5 months not knowing if our baby was going to live or die. So, we had the amnio.

Friday was maybe the longest day of my life. Our appt was at 9:45, so we got up early and were there in plenty of time. They did a level II ultrasound prior to the amnio to look for characteristics of Trisomy 18. During the ultrasound, we learned that Toot is measuring very small. I thought I was 18 weeks along, based on a LMP of August 11 and a due date of May 18. But, according to all the paperwork sent over by my OB/GYN, our due date is actually May 28. At our first ultrasound, Toot measured small so they changed the due date but I apparently didn't realize it. Based on the May 28 due date, Toot should have been measuring 17 weeks, 1 day, but was only measuring 16 weeks, 2 days. Small gestational age is a sign of Trisomy 18. According to the doctor, everything else looked okay, but it was hard to get a good enough look because of how small Toot is :( He also told us that based on the blood work, Toot is at risk for Smith Lemli Opitz syndrome. That too is a genetic disorder with a grim outlook.

I am trying so hard to stay positive, but at the same time, am so afraid of what we will find out. Trisomy 18 is horrible, and I would hate for Toot to have it, but at the same time, I don't want he/she to have Smith Lemli Opitz either. I can't imagine seeing your own child struggle with developmental disabilities, not being able to ever be independent. It just is almost too hard to fathom. You spend your whole life dreaming of a happy, healthy baby. Then you actually conceive, a miracle in it's own right and you just can't stop thinking about the future. Everything immediately becomes about the baby. You imagine the endless possibilities that await your precious child and to find out that may not happen is just heartbreaking. I feel like my heart is literally aching. It hurts to just exist right now.

I think the hardest part is waiting. They did a FISH test with the amnio, so we might know something as soon as Tuesday. But, our doctor told us that it's not 100% reliable and not to "bet the ranch" on the results. P and I know that no matter what, we're not going to change anything. Terminating the pregnancy is just not an option for us. I think God has a plan, and in these last few days, I've prayed more than I have in a long time. In one sense, I have this weird calm that everything will be okay. And I know, no matter what happens, P and I will be okay. If anything, these last few days have showed me that our love and our marriage is stronger than I could have imagined. We have each other, and will get through this. Our families have been incredible. I called my mom the night we found out, and she has just been amazing. She and I had gone through a weird spot in our relationship a few months ago and now it all seems so stupid. I wouldn't have gotten through these last few days without her love and support.

While part of me has that sense of calm, the other is right on the edge of panicking. It's like I can't let myself believe that something could be wrong, but at the same time, I'm afraid to think that everything could be okay. It has to be okay. Our baby has to be healthy. How can it not? My emotions are all over the place, and it's hard to just function. P has been a pillar of strength; I wish I could be more like him. He said that he just needs things to be as normal as possible. While I on the other hand, don't know how to act normal. I haven't gone to work, I'm not sleeping and to top it all off, I think I have strep throat. And it's Christmas this week. I don't know how I'm going to see our families and pretend everything is fine. We might just skip Christmas. My mom said she'll cook for us on Thursday and skip going to my aunt's, so we may just do that. But that makes me sad too, I love seeing our families on Christmas. But I just don't know if I can ...

I'm also feeling incredibly guilty that I was so pleased I wasn't showing before. I know that showing or not showing has nothing to do with either one of these conditions, but I just wish I was fat, pregnant and happy with a healthy baby inside me. I am praying for a Christmas miracle ...