Lying on the hospital bed with my jeans lowered on my hips and my shirt rolled up. My big 20 week belly out in the cold. I remember feeling really anxious, I mean REALLY anxious. I had been told previously that my baby was at a higher risk of having Down Syndrome.
We had a blood test taken when I was 14 weeks pregnant to test for 3 different disorders; Down Syndrome, Edwards and Patau’s syndrome. The results came back negative for Edwards and Patau’s but at higher risk for Down’s. It was 1 in 230 chance it seems like a good chance but it should be 1 in 10,000 for my age category. The Drs had given us leaflets of information and told about having an amniocentesis (where they insert a large needle into the amniotic sac to collect some fluid to test). We opted against the test as the risk of miscarriage was too great (1 in 100). The only other indicator would be an ultrasound scan.
So here I was lying on the cold hospital bed with my jeans lowered on my hips and my shirt rolled up. My big 20 week belly out in the cold and I was feeling anxious. REALLY anxious. I held Mark’s hand and closed my eyes when the sonographer squeezed the cold jelly onto my lower abdomen. I crossed my fingers and crossed my toes that my baby would be healthy. If our child had Down’s Syndrome we would face it head on! The sonographer placed the tip of the ultrasound scanner on my belly did a little jiggle and on the screen was our baby. Our little wriggler of a baby. I looked at Mark and then I looked at the screen and then at Mark again. He had tears in his eyes and seeing him so emotional made me well up too.
In my head I was thinking of all the different outcomes, how would we deal with it? The Sonographer moved the scanner around clicked the keyboard. She measured the babies head, measured his body. She took measurements of the fluid surrounding our baby and then finally. “From the scan I cannot see any indicators to indicate Down Syndrome, although I am as sure as I can be, but can not be 100%” That was enough for me. I cried, I felt so relieved. I think Mark and I would of handled whatever we were given that is just the type of people we are, but we were thankful that so far indications were looking good.
“Would you like to know the sex?” Mark and I although we had decided we did, our minds were more focussed on the anomaly side of the scan that we completely forgot. We spoke about names, Emily for a girl, Jack for a boy. “YES! please” We said back. The sonographer smiled, moved the scanner and said “Look, You have a baby boy!” The entire scan had been so emotional that I bawled again! Mark was so excited the smile on his face was all I needed to confirm we were going to be great!
It wasn’t until I went into labour (albeit induced) at 41 weeks 13 days that it was confirmed. Our bouncing 6lb 15oz baby didn’t have Downs Syndrome. He was born with no signs of Down Syndrome and we were besotted.