Update: Baby A or Baby B?!

29 July 2014

Our appointment yesterday did not go as we'd hoped. But we are still feeling great about the growth and overall health of the babies.

After some minor confusion at the doctors office we discovered that the baby that the doctor originally thought was baby A is actually my sweet baby B. Baby A would be the baby that's closest to the cervix and baby B is the one that's furthest away. At my last appointment I thought to mention it to the technician but I figured she was just getting baby A's picture from different angles because she had the wand high on my belly.

Other than not being able to clearly identify if the piece is missing on the brain, baby B is perfectly healthy. S/he is growing has a perfect four chamber heart and all other working organs. This baby is also the most active and can constantly be felt.

My doctor was rushing me to have all these test done. One of them failed due to insufficient fetal DNA in my blood so I have to retake it. She also wants me to do an MRI to take a better look at the baby. After talking it over my husband and I decided that we won't do further testing until our babies have grown larger and when we are comfortable. Our doctor has been trying to let all the results come in before my twenty weeks so we could have an option to terminate the pregnancy if something is seriously wrong.

Because of your prayers and my faith in God I had peace even after the appointment. Our babies mean the world to us and are God's promise to us. The fact that the option is even hanging over our heads seriously offends us. Especially as I have been open with my doctors about how we got here. I'm not trying to make anyone else feel bad about choices they have made or would make in a worst case scenario. I'm usually never one to post about controversial topics but abortion goes against my foundation of beliefs. I could never harm my baby intentionally when I know God created his or her life for a reason. The very fact that I am pregnant today was because God lead me into a fast to end abortion. Also with out clear diagnosis even if my mind were open to the possibility it's not a choice I could make without being sure. In which case there is never any surety until the baby is born.

We've made it clear that we won't be doing anything invasive to disturb the home of the babies. We will continue our pregnancy with confident hope that God in his infinite power and might will heal our baby should anything really need to be healed.

Today I am pregnant. Our babies are alive and growing. They have promise over their lives and we are giving them every benefit to fulfill it. I ask that you continue to pray for us and our babies. That God would continue his workmanship and that they would be whole. Thank you for your prayers so far they mean so much to us!

18 weeks: Join Me!!!

28 July 2014

Today is the day. I've got on my shield of faith and I am armed with the sword of the spirit. Ready for battle because I believe the enemy aims to destroy my joy in this pregnancy. 

These past two weeks of wallowing in the unknown have been hard for me. I've prayed and cried more than I have in my whole life.

Please join me in declaring wholeness, great health and all functioning parts over both my babies - especially our Baby A. 

Please keep us all in your prayers our appointment is at 2pm EST!

He sent out His word and healed them, snatching them from the door of death. Psalm 107:20

17 Weeks: Healing Needed

17 July 2014

Baby B
Baby A (Not a huge size difference Baby B is zoomed)

On Monday I got some news that I was not expecting. As I sat on the ultrasound table yet again the technician told me she would give the doctor my results before sending me out for bloodwork. This is the usual procedure at the Perinatologists office so it didn't set off any alarms. My mom and I chatted it up about how much bigger the babies are and how they were kicking each other in the head and how they would get along in the future. I felt the appointment was a success, save for the fact that it was now the second appointment my husband missed - I was still in an absolute state of bliss. After a few minutes my doctor walked in, she looked bright and cheery and I still didn't suspect a thing.

She said Baby A is missing an essential part of it's brain. It may be to early to see it but I have a feeling its not there. I had no time to react in tears because she moved on to the course of action immediately. She gave a diagnosis of what it would be called if it was missing, and for the sake of not receiving the diagnosis I am no longer saying those words. In two weeks she wants me to come back for another scan when the baby and it's brain will be bigger. If we still don't see what's supposed to be there we will schedule an MRI. She asked about doing an amniocentisis which I objected to before she could get out the words. She still repeated it asking me if I knew what the procedure did. I stunned her and said yes I do and I know it comes with a risk of miscarriage which I am not willing to chance. So she sent me for a non invasive prenatal screening bloodwork called the Harmony test. I should have results for that in about 10 days.

I wasn't able to process my emotions right away on Monday, but after trying for several hours to give blood for the Harmony test her words and the diagnosis began to penetrate me. I felt anger rising in me again, I said why can't I just have it easy. I've been through so much to get pregnant and I just want my babies to be healthy. Is it really so much to ask? I started to ask myself did I really want to be a mom? But it's too late. I already am a Mom. These babies are relying on me for their very existence and I am relying on God to sustain them. Long before they were placed in my womb I had worries about them. I worried if they would make it pass fertilization. If they would hit the mark on every stage after that. If they would survive genetic testing and freezing. I worried if they would settle into my empty never been pregnant womb. And you know what? They did. God brought them from small microscopic cells to tiny humans with beating hearts that are floating around in my womb. So I believe he can heal them too.

Admittedly I struggled to eat and breathe my way to Tuesday. I even delayed writing this post when my emotions were raw and while my wound was gushing red matter. I delayed writing this because I didn't want to have a pity party, and its so very easy to do with my personality. Instead I am writing this now that I have found my strength to stand while clinging to God and his healing word. I am sharing this because I need you my readers, my fellow believers, my sisters and maybe a few brothers in Christ to pray for my Baby A. I ask that you pray specfically for the baby's brain to be fully functioning and fully developed as God intended. That He would continue to knit my baby together in the seclusion of my womb. Please pray for complete healing and that the doctors would see exactly what they are supposed to see by 18 weeks. I also ask that you pray for Baby B who is in excellent health, we all know that with twins they are really in this together. Often times that means that the survival of one twin is contingent on the survival and health of the other.

I will be back at the doctor on July 28th at 3pm. I need you my prayer warriors to set your alarms and lift us up in prayer as we have our scan and daily before that. I believe in God's healing powers and I believe in the power of prayer. Please rally your friends and other prayer warriors and ask them to pray too. I hope you can do this for me. We really need you.

Confess your sins to each other and pray for each other so that you may be healed. The earnest prayer of a righteous person has great power and produces wonderful results. James 5:16

16 Weeks: Inexperienced Doctors

10 July 2014

Yesterday we reached 16 weeks in our pregnancy. Such a huge blessing and each day I am feeling more and more blessed to carry these little ones. We had a very brief ultrasound to check their heart rates, so we didn't get to see them play much. But even a glimpse of them is good enough to make my heart smile. We have another appointment next week with our perinatologist also known as a high risk doctor.

There is nothing wrong with me physically that makes me high risk but since twin pregnancies are more complicated this is more of a precaution than anything. I am getting more thorough care and checks on the babies to make sure the pregnancy is safe for all three of us.

My OBGYN office is a large practice so I am currently in rotation to meet all the doctors just in case my doctor is not on call when I am ready to deliver. I was not satisfied with my OB when I met her a month ago in fact I cried after leaving the appointment. She was very cold and callused to cover up her inexperience with delivering twins naturally. When I asked her about a vaginal delivery in the best circumstance she immediately came up with all excuses about why it was still dangerous, she was trying to scare me. Instead she just angered me because I've done my research and read articles and books written by doctors that have more experience with multiples and I know it's not as dangerous as she made it seem. Even singleton deliveries have their risk and twin risk are not much higher with a skilled doctor. This doctor was ready to schedule my c-section date at my 12 weeks visit. So I am positive I wont be seeing her again.

As I returned to the office yesterday my intention was to see if I would allow this practice to continue caring for me. I knew I would be seeing a new doctor and was armed with questions to see if this was the place for me. I was waiting on the ultrasound table when the new doctor walked in and she had a huge glow about her. She was smiling and excited to look at the twins. After she introduced herself my mom and I immediately asked her questions about her experience with multiple deliveries vaginally. She told us all about her adventures and let us know that both she and another doctor in the practice would be thrilled to deliver our babies vaginally under the right conditions. Oh praise the LORD!!! She made me so happy I could have kissed her. She also introduced me to the other doctor who was thrilled about the prospects of delivering our babies. So needless to say I have already changed my doctor and I am now under the primary care of a doctor who is excited to support me to the delivery of my dreams. Thank you all for your prayers I know for sure God is answering them daily. Please keep them coming. Ironically both babies were head down as if they know what I am expecting from them in 24 more weeks, hehe.

With that said I am not opposed to a c-section if it is required for the right reasons but I am opposed to being forcibly cut because a doctor lacks experience.

As for the babies their heartbeats are wonderful and strong baby A is 169 and baby B is 174. On Monday we will have somewhat of an anatomy scan and I can't wait. I've felt them flipping, turning and squirming for about 2.5 weeks. It's getting stronger and more frequent, its an odd feeling but I do love feeling it. In fact I can feel them moving as I type. We also are pretty sure they can hear because a few times they have responded to loud noises. Right now I we love eating mangos, hummus sandwiches, pasta salad, chilled grapefruit juice, and seaweed snacks. I am excited for my belly to grow and the movements to get stronger so I can share them with the hubs and my family. This is quite an experience!

The Night I Killed A Possum

07 July 2014

It's hard to believe that as of last Wednesday I was not only 15 weeks pregnant but my sweet husband and I have now been married for 9 years. I have been looking forward to getting to this anniversary for quite some time, mainly to finally start planning our 10 year vow renewal and trip to India. Now we have other things on the horizon with two little ones on the way our plans have changed.

Our anniversary was low key and involved a lot of time at the beach. I can't say I am disappointed because I am still too lazy to do any major traveling so it was a welcomed experience.

At dinner or bedtime each night we talked about memories that we have over the course of these years. One particular memory was the night I was driving to his job to bring him food and I ran over a possum. I cried all the way to his job and when he came out he though something terrible happened to me. When I told him I hit a possum he looked at me with big eyes and then belly laughed. I was so mad with him for laughing that he agreed to spend his break going back with me to the scene of the crime to really see if the possum was injured. We did find his corpse, there was blood and hair stains on the car. I started to cry again. He told me this weekend that he thought sobbing over a dead possum was absolutely ridiculous and he only stopped laughing to spare my feelings. He also said he went back to work and told all his friends. What a way to support your wife huh?

If we made it through moving, infertility, maturing, and killing a possum we can make it through anything.

Cheers to 9 years.
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