( Note: I would have posted this sooner, but I won an overnight stay in the hospital this weekend in the Labor and Delivery unit for preterm labor brought on by extreme dehydration from a nasty stomach virus.

Thankfully, I’m back at home now and the baby and I are both doing well.

So now I can get back to blogging... )

Ever since those red flags showed up on my anatomy ultrasound awhile back, I’ve been under close monitoring by the maternal-fetal medicine department at the hospital.

The upside of this is that I was able to get some extra ultrasounds, which means more baby viewing time for me. The downside is that these people like to make me panic.

And panic I did.

After the initial ultrasound, I freaked. I read every medical journal study involving the correlation between short nasal bones and Down’s Syndrome.

Most of what I read was reassuring. But still, I couldn’t shake my anxiety. I have never had anything even remotely concerning show up during any of my ultrasounds when I was pregnant with the boys, so this was all completely new for me.

And all I could do was worry.

For almost a week, I barely slept. I had panic attacks where I felt like my heart was pounding through my chest and I could barely breathe. I was constantly on edge, consumed by the terrifying thought that there might be something wrong with my baby.

It was an awful week.

Then, at my next OB appointment, I told the doctor that I was stressed out over the anatomy scan. He pulled up the report that maternal-fetal medicine had sent to him and showed it to me.

Based on my age alone, MFM had determined that my risk of having a baby with Down’s was 1:3760.

After my ultrasound, when they discovered that the baby’s nasal bone was measuring short, the risk was adjusted.

To 1:3700.

I was stunned and incredibly relieved to see that the numbers had not changed significantly.

The report alone did not ease my mind completely. I still needed to get through a quad screen and another ultrasound to determine if we might need an amnio.

The quad screen came back normal. It has a 75-80% rate of detecting neural tube defects and Down’s Syndrome. Based on the results of the screen, my risk of a neural tube defect is 1:2074 and my risk of Down’s Syndrome is 1:767.

According to the doctor at maternal-fetal medicine, the normal cutoff for Down’s risk on a quad screen is 1:270.

My results were way above the cutoff. The odds are in our favor.

I had two more ultrasounds with maternal-fetal medicine. The first one showed that the cyst in her brain (despite what the doctor had said during the first visit, the report stated there was only one cyst) had disappeared.

The scan also revealed that her nasal bone had grown since the last ultrasound. This was particularly reassuring, since short nasal bones in babies with DS don’t grow with gestational age.

Another ultrasound a few weeks later confirmed that her nasal bone was continuing to grow. She also is measuring right on target everywhere else.

It’s highly likely that we will be having a healthy baby girl.

And since my last ultrasound was in 3D, I also got a peek at just how beautiful she is.

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Now I just can’t wait to meet her.

More answers. Even more questions.

Bronx went and saw an endocrinologist last week for the first time.

It seemed like a fairly routine doctor’s visit. We went over his medical history and the doctor ordered some blood work and an x-ray.

Both proved to be tough for my little guy. I wasn’t allowed to accompany him to his x-ray because I’m pregnant, so against all my motherly instincts, I had to hand him over to the technician in the waiting room.

Then he had an awful blood draw. He got stuck in both arms because they couldn’t get enough out of just one arm. He screamed and cried and ultimately ended up with a nasty hematoma. It was horrible.

And then, today, we received the results of his tests in the mail.

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Not only does our Bronx not weigh very much (19 pounds at almost 2 and a half), his bone growth is delayed too.

His bone age, determined by the x-ray, is that of a one year-old.

Some of his blood work came back abnormal as well, but since I’m not a medical professional, I couldn’t interpret most of it. The only part I was able to decipher mentioned that he has a low insulin-like growth factor.

I’m not sure what any of this means at this point. I do know that the findings must be of some significance because we were not scheduled to see this same doctor again for another four months, but according to the report the doctor now wants to see him again in the next two to four weeks.

So until then, the mystery continues to unfold.

It’s happening again.

Daegan just recently went to his nine month checkup at the doctor’s office.

His weigh-in didn’t go so well.

In the past three months he has lost well over a pound, and now, at nine months old, he only weighs a few ounces over 12 pounds.

He weighs exactly what he weighed when he was four months old. Five months ago.

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He’s super tiny…just like his big brother, Bronx.

So now the cycle of tests and specialists starts all over again for us.

And in addition to that, a developmental interventionist has been scheduled to come visit him later this week because he still can’t sit up on his own.

It seems like my babies are trying to stay babies forever around here.

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