A couple of weeks ago I added a link to Tricia & Nathan's blog (link on the right). I do not know Tricia or Nathan but I came across their blog several months back through other blogs I like to read. They live in North Carolina and Tricia has Cystic Fibrosis. She was on the transplant list last year for a double lung transplant but discovered she was pregnant. She delivered her daughter via c-section very early and Tricia was then put in a medically induced coma. She got back on the transplant list again and desperately needed her double lung transplant because her life was truly at stake. On April 2nd....Tricia got her new lungs. Talk about a miracle.
Speaking of miracles....I cannot help but think about something that changed my life. One year ago today I had an amniocentesis done (actually two of them - one for each baby) and the stress that it brought over my life was enormous. A few days prior to this I received a call from my doctor indicating that the results of an elective prenatal test I had performed was abnormal. They said that my test results were indicative of babies with Down Syndrome or other chromosomal abnormalities and that the chance that one or both babies had Down Syndrome was 1 out of 75 (actually 2 out of 75). Of course the tests were only screening tools and not an official diagnosis so the only way to get confirmation was to have the amnio performed. Joe and I met with a Genetic Counselor to review our family history and discuss the situation further. We ultimately elected to go forward with the amnios because the risk of it resulting in a miscarriage was actually very low (much lower than the risk of having one or both babies with Down Syndrome). Plus, I trusted my physician and had zero doubts in his abilities. We were uncertain if we were having identical or fraternal twins so we didn't know if each baby had an independent chance for this or not. My physician indicated that they were most likely fraternal but he couldn't be certain until they were born. Due to that I felt we really needed to do the amnio and get a true diagnosis. It wasn't going to change anything other than the fact that our doctors would be able to better treat us with more information. Just a point of clarification.....if we would have been having just one baby then I wouldn't have gone through with the amnio. Putting two babies into it changes everything.
To say that I was scared would be a drastic understatement. I remember my hands trembling. This was the first time my "motherly instinct" had kicked in and I wanted so desperately for everything to be fine.
The day of the amnio was stressful. Joe and I went to Dr. Darby's office and I was a mess emotionally. I felt like I couldn't breathe. I realized that I had absolutely no control over what was happening and that scared me. The procedure was not something I ever want to repeat and I hope that no one ever has a need to go through it. I will spare everyone the details of what happens. Even though I never want to undergo another one.....I'm very glad that I did it and it changed a lot for me.
If the amnio wasn't hard enough then you learn that it takes 10 days to get the results. 10 days. Do you know how hard it is to wait for results like this for 10 days??? I was a basket case the first 5 days. I knew it was out of my control so I prayed about it. I think I talked to God every second of each of those 10 days...while driving my car, while brushing my teeth, while working, every second of every day. About half way into the waiting period I finally felt a sense of peace. Something had changed.
On the 11th day I called Dr. Darby's office first thing and the nurse said that my results were in and that they were normal. I couldn't believe it. Amnios produce extremely accurate results so I immediately felt like a huge weight had been lifted off of me. The nurse told me that my original screening must have just been a false positive. I know that what happened had nothing to do with a false positive. I had prayed every second of every day that I would get good news. I know the answers to our prayers aren't always the answers we're hoping for but fortunately this one was.