The phone call from the midwife is one I’ll never forget. “There could be something seriously wrong with your baby,” she said, following my 12-week prenatal screening. My heart sank as I learned that my baby had an increased nuchal translucency (NT), which could indicate various concerns. We were scheduled for genetic counseling the following Wednesday. “Have a good weekend,” she added, leaving me in a daze.
I was left in shock, unsure of what to think or do. All I could manage was to sit for five days, letting my mind spiral through worst-case scenarios. The uncertainty was unbearable.
Finally, Wednesday arrived, and my husband and I attended the genetic counseling session. We were met with a long list of potential issues, each more daunting than the last. It felt overwhelming. In that moment, we decided to go for a chorionic villus sampling (CVS) test, hoping for clarity.
As I lay there, preparing for the invasive test, the ultrasound technician seemed puzzled and called in a doctor. To our surprise, the NT measurement had returned to normal. Could it be a mistake? Maybe our baby was fine! With this new information, we opted out of the procedure, as the risks no longer justified the benefits.
Time passed, and we tried to dismiss the NT incident as a fluke. At the midpoint of my pregnancy, we eagerly awaited our anatomy scan, excited to learn if we were having a boy or girl. “It’s a little girl!” the technician exclaimed. Our joy was short-lived, however. The technician’s expression shifted, and I sensed trouble as she struggled to get a clear view. “I’ll let the doctor take a look,” she said hastily.
The doctor delivered the news: our baby girl had a significant structural defect in her heart. While the specific details were still unclear, we knew it was serious and could necessitate open-heart surgery shortly after birth. Armed with information but still grappling with a flood of “what-ifs,” I rode an emotional rollercoaster throughout my pregnancy. Here are some of the thoughts that frequently crossed my mind:
- This can’t be happening. I thought, “Surely, the doctors must be mistaken. My baby could be the exception to the rule.” I clung to the hope that if I didn’t speak it, it wouldn’t be true.
- Did I do something to cause this? I questioned my worth as a mother, fearing I was to blame. I kept the diagnosis close to my chest, worried that others would judge me, which in hindsight, I regret. I realize now that I should have sought support instead of isolating myself.
- What can I do to improve this situation? I turned to prayer and meditation, visualizing positive outcomes. I visited NICUs and pediatric cardiac units, and connected with online support groups for parents facing similar challenges. Yet, most of the time, I simply waited.
- It’s not fair. I often thought about how life seemed unjust. We were good people; why was this happening to us? I felt robbed of the joyful pregnancy experience I had envisioned.
- What if she’s not OK? This thought was too heavy to bear, so I tried to avoid it as much as possible.
- Everything will be all right. Amidst the turmoil, I had moments of peace and acceptance. I believed we could get through this.
On Christmas Eve, our baby girl was born and immediately transferred to the NICU before being moved to a pediatric cardiac ICU in another state. We had a rocky start, and by the time we took her home at nine weeks old, she had already undergone her first of several open-heart surgeries.
Now, at five years old, our resilient daughter is thriving, although our journey continues. I still experience ups and downs, but most days I find comfort in thought No. 6: Everything will be alright. I truly believe that now.
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In summary, facing a serious diagnosis for my unborn child has been a challenging experience filled with uncertainty, fear, and ultimately, hope. Through it all, I learned the importance of support, acceptance, and the belief that everything will be okay.