We recently went for a very detailed scan at a foetal specialist, and had a blood test too, which would indicate if I had a high or low risk of Down Syndrome. I last saw this doctor when you were 20 weeks old, and he was exactly as I remembered him – kind, thorough, patient, knowledgable and generally awesome. The kind of doctor you want on your side, and either holding your hand if things don’t work out, or reassuring you that things look okay because he knows so much, and is considered to be THE foetal specialist in Joburg.
And things are looking okay with your baby sister – and yes, as I suspected, I will be buying Hello Kitty. She’s as perfectly functioning as you were, and so far, my risk factors are really low, and there’s nothing jumping out on either paper or on the scan monitor that indicates anything “wrong”.
We have still sent my blood away to be tested in America, just for more peace of mind. It’s a relatively expensive test (but fortunately the rand shifted to our favour on the day of the test), and we had to wait two weeks for results, which came back negative.
Pregnancy is like a checklist of things to worry about, and as each week passes, something gets crossed off, usually to be replaced by the next week or stage’s worry. For now though, I’m going to try busy myself about worrying about the things that I can control – getting things in the house sorted, changing rooms, shopping. Apparently this is very common in pregnant moms – getting anxious about the “smaller” stuff to distract from that which remains unknown, but often worried about.
I’m so grateful, and feeling fortunate.
PS: Not that this isn’t important in a post script, but on the day of our scan, you lost your first tooth! You have patiently waited for months with a wobbly tooth, never once giving in to our offers of the classic string and door trick, or other methods to get that bad boy out. What a milestone.
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