6 results for tag: Fatal Diagnosis
My husband and I were at the hospital for a routine 20-week ultrasound for our second daughter. She had a strong heartbeat and was very active, but the exam took longer than it should have, and anxiety started to creep in. When the doctor told us that all was not well with our baby, the bottom fell out of my heart.
“Unfortunately, this baby has some things wrong with her.”
Those words will forever echo in my memory.
The doctor went on to explain that our baby had multiple serious physical defects, and more testing was needed to determine the exact nature of her condition. After answering our questions and going over a number of different ...
Each child gone ahead from among us is a precious person made in the image of God—and all having been made into Hope Moms, we together declare motherhood in each of our journeys. We are eager to go above and beyond in showing honor and love for one another (Rom. 12:10, 15). Through this series, we honor each other’s experiences of motherhood in love through our shared God of hope.
I still remember exactly where I was and what I was wearing when I got the phone call. My husband and I were still grieving the loss of two children through back to back miscarriages when I found out I was expecting again. Three pregnancies in one year was ...
I remember standing at the funeral of a friend’s baby, stillborn at full term, ten years ago, completely inconsolable, sobbing, and unable to pull myself together. Much to my husband’s dismay, I just wouldn’t let him console me. All I could say to him was, ‘I just don’t want to ever have to do this!’ Yet I knew it was very likely I would have to do that exact same thing at some point in my life.
You see, I have always known I have a balanced chromosome translocation. My parents had a stillborn baby, with no warning signs, at 36 weeks. And after that had tests done to see if there was any reasoning behind it. They discovered then that my ...
“Unfortunately, this baby has some things wrong with her.”
Those words will forever echo in my memory.
My husband and I were at the hospital for a routine 20-week ultrasound for our second daughter. She had a strong heartbeat and was very active, but the exam took longer than it should have, and anxiety started to creep in. When the doctor told us that all was not well with our baby, the bottom fell out of my heart.
The doctor went on to explain that our baby had multiple serious physical defects, and more testing was needed to determine the exact nature of her condition.
After answering our questions and going over a number of different ...
I got into my car, shaking, and responded to my doctor’s voicemail requesting me to call her personal line so that I might talk to her that evening. That Friday evening. A week prior to this, I had chosen to take a voluntary, non-invasive blood test on a whim, and some results were flagged.
My doctor mentioned words I had never heard, and I scrambled to write anything down on the back of the one receipt I found. It was my first brush with such grief.
I had experienced some loss before, and had already had a few rocky appointments with my OB. But five days later, I walked into an ultrasound room, watched my sixteen-week-old baby kick and flip ...
Each child gone ahead from among us is a precious person made in the image of God—and all having been made into Hope Moms, we together declare motherhood in each of our journeys. We are eager to go above and beyond in showing honor and love for one another (Rom. 12:10, 15). Through this series, we honor each other’s experiences of motherhood in love through our shared God of hope.
After I carried and birthed two children with a fatal diagnosis, two children who did not live more than a few hours, I felt like much of motherhood was not mine to declare. Of course, I was a mom, but not like all the other moms I saw. I didn’t know what it was ...
