Finally the day has come for us to get our next ultrasound. Still have in my head I am just paying because the tech can not really do her job. I know, I am that guy.
We show up and have the Gestational Diabetes test, which looks like Kool Aid with a ton of sugar. Cullie downed it faster than I thought possible. Kind of reminded me of the college days and gross shots. She did the blood work and then up stairs to the ultrasound.
We got in the dark, whisper only room and she started the ultrasound. Her face showed up and all I could think was how gorgeous she was. She went through the whole body again.
No nasal bone. I didn't understand. I was thinking what is she talking about, she clearly has a nose. We moved on to something else and I did not think about it much more. The tech was almost finished and Cullie asked what about the stomach.
We then looked for the stomach. Still no signs of a stomach. I was very distraught. I asked her what that means. She said she did not know. She has never had a problem finding the stomach. We leave the dark whisper room and move to a normal room.
The midwife comes in that we are seeing that day. She comes in and says we are going to be referred to a more advanced ultrasound office to look into our issues more. Issues what issues? She is there and I just saw her. The midwife then describes that no nasal bone, stomach not being able to be seen and heart issue (first time we heard about this) are soft indicators for down syndrome.
Wait, what? Down Syndrome. What in the world is a soft indicator. I keep thinking their is no way this is the case. We are both younger than 30. This only happens when people are old and try to have children. Why would they tell us this.
We leave the doctors office. I could tell Cullie was upset. She is a person that holds most things in. I am not, but I held it together while we were together. I did not want her to see me panic. I knew Levins was fine.
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