
Today I had an amniocentesis. It is a procedure done with a nice long needle that is inserted into my belly and draws out two viles of amniotic fluid. The fluid is then sent to the lab where the cells are grown up and eventually tested for genetic abnormalities. After my third miscarriage we had genetic testing done on myself and the miscarried baby. They discovered that I have what is called a Balanced Translocation. That means my eighth chromo is broken off and connected to my twenty second chormo. This meant that our chance of conception on our own was very small and if we did conceive, the survival rate was 50/50. The baby could possibly have the BT but might not either. If it does it can be completely healthy, like myself. The third option is that it could be unbalanced and in turn terminate itself or have some type of birth defect. All that to say, we won't find out the results for a couple of weeks.
However, we did find out that it was a girl, and the heart, brain, the fold of skin on the back of the brain, the spine, and the lip all looked as normal as can be. That put our minds at ease for any obvious birth defects at least. I am attaching pictures of the hand and the profile of our little girl. No name yet, that is still up for debate but we are open to suggestions.
I haven't laughed as hard as I laughed today in a long time. Hopefully you find this funny as well and not insensitive of me. My husband was a real trooper and did very well throughout the whole procedure. He is deathly afraid of needles and passed out just getting his finger pricked in HS when we were giving blood. He didn't make it to actually giving his blood. Anyhoo, like I said, he made it through the procedure just fine. The real fun came later. He faced away from the Dr. and the needle the whole time. However, as the Dr. was explaining some options and showing us the fluid he withdrew, I noticed that Charlie, who was still sitting was all of a sudden leaning on me. His eyes continued to stay open yet there was clearly no one home. Apparently upon seeing the tray containing the needle and viles of fluid, he started to feel a little light headed. Well, he was out for about 5 minutes and had the Dr. and several nurses very worried. Smelling salts didn't work and neither did his wife laughing hysterically at him. They finally laid him down and got him some OJ but I still had to drive home. I love my husband dearly but he knows his limitations and this is one of them. I will be taking applications on a delivery partner beginning in late August.













