I can’t believe it’s been a year since I first blogged about squirting my cat to keep her off the baby. Nowadays, my daughter V will push her away and say “Noooooo, kitty!” or “Off, kitty!” She shares my feelings about that pest. I haven’t needed the squirt bottle in a long time. When I first started blogging, I was trying to be like other bloggers I’d read. I’m happy to see how my blog has evolved into my own voice, and not an imitation of what I think is popular.
I know what you’re thinking: OUT WITH IT!
I had my genetic ultrasound this afternoon. The doctor was an hour late, so the anxiety that built up was terrible. I managed to not be nervous about it for the whole week. Thank goodness the appointment coincided with the end of my semester, so I was so preoccupied and busy with grading, planning, and cleaning that I barely had time to worry. Okay, I worried, but I didn’t have time to obsess.
The doctor didn’t see anything on the ultrasound to make him suspicious of a Down Syndrome diagnosis. The heart, kidneys, bladder, and brain all looked normal and healthy. The only thing he wished he could see was the face. He wanted a measurement of the nasal bone, but the baby was bashful and faced my spine the whole time. We go back next week for that measurement, at which time the doctor said he’ll be able to change my 1:53 number to something higher. I was so happy to see a healthy heart, I wasn’t even disappointed to miss the face. This time.
He also said he wants to make sure there’s no cleft palate. Great! Something I FORGOT to worry about that I’m now totally worried about. Just kidding. I am not doing anything tonight but grinning ear to ear. And also worrying about a cleft palate.
So this will be a short one, since I need to get back to grinning.
After the ultrasound, the doctor sat down with us and said that he catches 98 out of 100 fetuses with Down Syndrome. “Out of every 100, I’ll miss two,” he cautioned us, “because they look normal.” Then he gave his advice about the amnio. “If you plan to terminate, then you have to have an amnio, because you must be absolutely sure. But if your position is that you will have this baby no matter what the amnio shows, then I see no reason to have it.” Odie had the words out before I could even open my mouth.
“We’re not terminating, no matter what.”
“Great,” the doctor smiled. “Then I’ll see you in a week, and congratulations on your baby girl.”