The geneticist called a few days after our amnio
to deliver happy news: 46 chromosomes. No risk of Down Syndrome. No risk of Trisomy 18.
Needless to say, I was elated.
“And did you want to know the sex of the baby?” she asked.
I hung up and called Will immediately to deliver the happy news.
And then, I breathed a huge sigh of relief. A short-lived sigh of relief. Because I’m a total worry wart, my anxiety about the ultrasound findings was immediately replaced with anxiety about the amnio itself. I was originally against the idea of doing an amnio, and now I was second-guessing myself, wondering if I had just put our baby at unnecessary risk by going ahead with it?
Now that the “miscarriage window” after an amnio has passed, I’m trying to put my fears aside. I needed to know that our baby was OK. And for that reason alone, I’m incredibly relieved to have done the amnio. And while there are still some lingering worries in the back of my mind about the cyst
, and about the placenta previa, and even about the fact that I allowed someone to poke a hole into our baby’s amniotic sac, I’m trying to focus on the positive, hoping that our 28-week follow-up ultrasound will show that everything is exactly as it should be. Then I’ll really
be able to breathe a big sigh of relief.
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