They were ushered into the dimly lit room where the clinic performed the ultrasounds. She had been there before with her other two babies and nothing had really changed. The technician fired up the machine, put the gel on her stomach, warning her it might be a little cool, and proceeded to move the wand over her belly. The only difference this time was that they had a television screen up over her head instead of having to crane her neck to look at the monitor.
And there appeared the baby! Moving around doing its baby thing! The tech began to take a few measurements of its arms and legs. She pushed a button every now and then so that an image of what she was looking at would be printed for them to take home.
She began looking and measuring the head when all of a sudden she seemed to be in a hurry, pushed the print button a couple times, and then left the room. When she came back, they were told they were going to be sent to a specialized ultrasound doctor with a better machine in order to get more precise measurements.
In her naivety, she can honestly say she had no idea something might be wrong. Her husband, looking at the image printouts that the tech gave them, brought one to her and said, “Look at the baby’s hand.” She looked and said, “Oh, it has a funky hand.” (It kind of looked like a claw). So they figured the ultrasound doc would be looking in more detail at the hand.
They set an appointment for the next day.
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September 8, 2010
The gal that did the actual ultrasound was very kind. She took all the measurements like the other ultrasound tech would have done at the women’s clinic, only this time, she completed the job. Afterward, the doctor came in to have a look for himself. She remembers he was much more aggressive than the tech was when looking at at the baby, meaning, he applied a lot more pressure to her abdomen to the point that it was quite uncomfortable and it hurt. But she endured it, and they were then asked to come into his office to discuss the findings.
She was so clueless. Apparently this ultrasound doc was actually a doc for women who were having babies with problems. So after being told all the possible things wrong and the worst case possibilities that could result, they decided to break their rule and go ahead and find out the sex in case the baby didn't live to be born.
Facebook status, Sept. 8th, 2010: “Please pray for our unborn (20 weeks) baby BOY. He got a really crappy prognosis from the results of a detailed ultrasound this afternoon. The doc used the words "severe" and "profound neurological defects", as well as, he believes the limbs, especially one leg is deformed. :( “
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She now definitely knew what a mom feels like when faced with the absolute (not maybe) knowledge that her unborn baby will face challenges to live. It was a sickening shock, and she was actually surprised at how many (she had assumed) pro-life/Christian friends and family said they would support whatever decision she made, although she is certain now it was all said in love, fear of the unknown, and wanting to be supportive in that moment of grief. And she certainly had to consider it herself. Was she going to live out her faith and convictions and trust her God, or take the easy way out?
That night after the fateful ultrasound, she spent hours alone on the couch, crying out to Jesus, and begging God to just take him so she would not have to make such a decision. And then she realized that she didn't have to make that decision, that God had her baby's life in His hands. So she began to just ask Jesus to cuddle and hold him (and her) no matter what the outcome. She began to feel the peace that cannot be understood.
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