4 results for tag: Trisomy 13
My husband and I were married for nine years before we decided it was time for us to start a family. We had a lot of difficulty getting pregnant. I was diagnosed with endometriosis, which can cause infertility and pain. The only treatment was surgery. Just a couple of months after I had the surgery, we found out we were expecting a baby. We were so thrilled that the surgery had worked and that we were now going to be a family of three. We also found a new church home during this time; everything was going great.
At about 10 weeks pregnant, I found out that the baby had no heartbeat. I was so distraught over the loss of our baby, I did not ...
A year after Nate and I married, we found out that I was pregnant with our first precious life. Twelve weeks into that pregnancy, we learned that our baby no longer had a heartbeat, and my heart felt like its own pulse was forever altered.
Two and a half months after our miscarriage, I found out I was pregnant again. There was an excitement and renewed hope I hadn’t tasted in months, and yet a crouching, nagging hesitation left me anxious to grasp onto any certainty that this little one’s life would not end in another miscarriage. My desire to have certainty clouded any ability to see and handle the brutal reality that I have never been, nor ever ...
When we found out we were pregnant with our third child, we were over the moon. Being ever the planner, I immediately began to envision how this new one would fit into our lives. At our 20 week ultrasound we found out we were having a girl. We brought home pink flowers and balloons to surprise our two oldest. The next day I bought her first outfit—a sweet little summer romper.
There were a few small things that came up on the ultrasound that we needed to follow up on, but we were assured that they were nothing major. We went back at 24 weeks and everything seemed to be fine with our little one. Later, I remember so clearly the phone call that ...
I feel like I have told Isaac’s story hundreds of times over the past seven years, and yet, each time it’s difficult to know where to start. Because the Bible says that God knew us before the foundation of the world, I know that Isaac’s story began before I was laying on the ultrasound table that day in March of 2011. However, for the purpose of this blog, that is where I will begin.
That day, a day that will forever be etched in my memory, we were at the doctor for a followup. Our “routine” genetic screening, just three weeks prior, had indicated that the precious baby growing within my womb might be sick. Those three weeks had been long ...
