2 posts tagged “ultrasound”
So, we're back to the doctor in the morning. This time to an ultrasound specialist for a "targeted ultrasound." Apparently, specialists have better equipment in order to look for signs of birth defects in the fetus. Oh, how delightful it sounds! Anyway, we're only going on our doc's recommendation since the one twin "vanished" and twins tend to have a higher rate of birth defects anyway. I've been reading up on birth defect stats tonight, though, and the numbers are in our favor, so keep your fingers crossed. The only excitement I feel is that we may be able to find out the sex of the baby! Yay! Don't want to get my hopes up, but that would be a welcome revelation. Just a shout out. I'll have an update tomorrow, of course. Happy Monday.
We went for our second doctor visit today, and received some bittersweet news. While we did get another ultrasound, which we were hoping for, it revealed that only one of the fetuses is still viable, which is a scientific way of saying one didn't make it, which is a euphemism for one of the babies died. No discernible cause, but not completely unheard of. If it had been a single pregnancy, it would have miscarried. The good news is that the remaining baby is healthy and active. And friendly, apparently. Here's a picture of it waving:
I'm fine, and Daddy's fine, we're just a little shaken up and ready for an uneventful doctor's visit. It's weird to me that had timing of appointments and ultrasounds been different, we would never have known I was even carrying twins. But we did, and now there is a sense of loss, even though we only knew for a month, that I don't really know how to react to. But I had my crying fit, and I'm sure it's not the last, but we've still got one miracle incubating, so I'm still very lucky and very happy.
The twin that died was the smaller one from the first ultrasound, and even though we saw its little heart beating that day, it doesn't appear to have grown at all since then, so it wasn't long after that. As soon as the doctor looked at the ultrasound today and confirmed the technician's fears, poor S asked if I were in "any danger." He's so sweet and so devoted and so moved by this, it amazes me. It sort of just made it clear to me that this is going to work, two babies or one or, gods forbid, none. He's a lovely man. And, thank goodness, my baby daddy.
