Doctors, Doctors, and more Doctors...

Yesterday was my first visit with the high-risk specialist. Hence forth referred to as Dr. M. I absolutely love Dr M. She is no-nonsense and calls it like she sees it. She is also very sweet and very understanding. Exactly who I want in my corner through all of this!

After trying to find the heartbeat with the Doppler, and Little One hiding yet again, I was whisked down the hallway to the ultrasound room, "just to be safe." I once again got to see my lil' trouble maker! She pointed out the skull and all four limbs. Baby was growing right on schedule and we got another strong heartbeat of 164bpm. Good news!

Then came the schedule...don't get me wrong, I'm going to love having the peace of mind once this is all over, but in the mean time...



Next Tuesday will be the 13 week NT scan. Also known as the Nuchal scan. They will measure the fluid at the back of the baby's neck via ultrasound. A large amount of fluid can indicate chromosomal problems. T21, T13, or T18 along with heart defects. The number we're aiming for is 2.5mm or less. I'd even settle for 3mm or less. We just definitely don't want to see anything 4mm or higher!

After that will be a 3 week "break" before going for a level II ultrasound at 16 weeks. This one truly petrifies me. Kaycie's diagnosis (Holoprosencephaly or HPE) can be detected at 16 weeks. I'll be back at the hospital and in the room where I had the Level II that confirmed her diagnosis. I have a feeling this will be a huge mental hurdle for me to get through.

After that another 2 week breather before my second Level II ultrasound at 18 weeks. Although Kaycie's diagnosis can be detected at 16 weeks, other things cannot, hence the second Level II.

Of course mixed in with all of these days are Kaycie's first Angel day, Mom's double mastectomy, Father's Day (a whole level of dysfunction I won't get into right now), and my Goddaughter's Grade 8 grad...the one fun thing I have going in the entire month of June!

I've just got to get through the next 6 weeks. It feels like I've been saying that for an awful long time. 6 weeks...42 days...1008 hours. I think I can, I think I can, I think I can...