I understand that there is a lot that has happened in the middle of my story. Trust me when I say its A LOT. I promise I will get to all of it, I really do. I just feel like I need to get to where we are today. Details might be a little sparse, but again, I promise I will touch on everything. Alex will make sure of it. 🙂
Fast forward to the end of March 2016. Out of the blue, my cell phone rang, and as I looked to see who it was, it was our fertility clinic. Apparently they call around that point to check and see how patients are doing in their pregnancy. I laid it all out there for the poor medical assistant on the other end. According to Alex, during this time frame, I was very blunt and honest with people, probably more than I should have been! She apologized and said she had no idea. She asked if we wanted an appointment to come in and talk to our doctor about what happened. I agreed, partially because I just wanted to get off the phone with her. Before I knew it, Alex and I were sitting back in the office where it all started, talking to the same man who helped us get what we wanted before.
We planned to do an emrbyo transfer, and set everything up to complete it. I again needed to have a hysteroscopy. We completed this in April, they ended up removing a lot of retained placenta, and we were told we had to wait a month before we could proceed with anything. We waited until school was out for the summer, and we did a frozen embryo transfer. We transfer one embryo to help decrease our risk of having twins. We were lucky and this cycle worked for us, and we ended up pregnant with one sweet little babe.
I was sick just like I was with my previous pregnancy, and we were being monitored VERY closely. I started going to the maternal fetal medicine doctors at twelve weeks, and returned to their clinic every two weeks to make sure things were going okay.
As part of a routine pregnancy, my regular OB and the MFM doctors advised me to have the quad marker screen test completed. I agreed, and the test was completed. At an appointment to the MFM clinic, the doctor asked me if I had the test completed yet. I told her that I had, and that I wasn’t sure of the results because I had not been back to my regular OB, and no one had called me the results. She said she would look them up for me after we discussed the ultrasound. This was a routine visit for MFM. You have basically an anatomy scan, they scan my cervix and measure it, the doctor comes in and we go over the ultrasounds, make a plan, and I head out on my merry way.
At this appointment, I was 16 weeks along. We had found out that we were having a little boy! This excited me and made me nervous all at the same time. The doctor also talked with me about how his kidneys were a little dilated on the ultrasound. She said it wasn’t something that we should worry about, that boys sometimes tend to have this. She then left the room to check on my quad marker screen results. A few minutes later, she returned to my room. She told me that my quad marker screen had come back positive and was pointing towards trisomy 21, commonly known as down syndrome. She said this test narrowed it down that we would have a 1 in 48 chance that our baby would have down syndrome. She then talked to me about what this meant with the kidneys on the ultrasound. She said that a baby with dilated kidneys is a marker for down syndrome, and she advised me to have further testing completed. She presented me with two options. 1. I could have an amniocentesis completed and it would tell us 100% if the baby has down syndrome or not. She also had to advise me that there was a risk of pregnancy loss that can be associated with having an amniocentesis done. Option 2 was to have a blood test done, a cell free DNA. The results of that test are 98% accurate and it was a simple blood test on my part. Given our history, she was the least bit surprised when I opted to have the blood test completed in stead. A 98% answer was surely better than the risk of a pregnancy loss.
The nurse for MFM came in, filled out the packet for me, and sent me to the lab. They instructed me that I should hear from the specialty lab where my blood was being sent within 3-5 days telling me that it had arrived. Well, 5 days later, I hadn’t heard anything. I called the MFM clinic and they looked into it for me. Come to find out, my blood sample had broken in the mail and they didn’t have enough to complete the test. I had to go back in, have another sample drawn and sent off. This would push our test results back. Oh, and to add to it all, this was the week before Thanksgiving!
Luckily, I had some luck on my side. The results came back sooner than normal, and we received them before the holiday. The genetic counselor for our clinic called me and told me the results. I had been to MFM just the day before an ultrasound, and this time, our little babe still had elevated kidneys, and slightly elevated ventricles in his brain. Both markers for down syndrome. When I spoke with the genetic counselor, she told me that the test had come back positive yet again. She said that with those results, and the findings on the ultrasounds, they feel very strongly that our little man would most likely have down syndrome.
Fast forward to January. I promise i’ll come back to our findings and give more details. I’m 30 weeks pregnant. Braxton hicks contractions had started back around Christmas. Our little mister was an active little fart who was moving constantly. Everything was going as great as it could.
On Thursday January 12th, I went to work like any normal day. It had been snowing that morning just like it had many mornings so far in January. I made it to work, and went about my day. Around noon, I realized that I hadn’t felt our little man move as much as I normally did. I tried to play it off, but i’m never really good at that. I drank some juice and sat at my desk doing work on my computer trying to pay attention to how many times he was moving. He gave me a few movements, and I finished out my day a little more at rest.
I got home and tried to take it easy. I drank a lot of water and laid down to rest. I still wasn’t feeling him move as much as I normally did. I checked his heart beat with the doppler we have at home, and he was right where he normally was. I just had the uneasy feeling into the evening and finally told Alex about it around 7:30-8:00. He asked me if I thought we needed to go in and get checked, and I told him for my sanity, I did.
We made it to the hospital a little after 9:00. They hooked me up to the monitor and a beautiful heartbeat could be heard, and so could lots of movement! I just couldn’t feel those movements. Also showing on that lovely monitor, was the fact that I was having regular contractions about every 6 minutes or so. I had noticed the contractions earlier that day, but I was so worried about him not moving, that that’s all I focused on.
Long story short, they ended up keeping me over night, they tried an oral medication to help calm the contractions, it didn’t help. I then had to go on a magnesium drip to help with little misters brain and to prevent any bleeding in case I did end up delivering. They told me I would feel miserable on the drip, and let me tell you, they weren’t joking! Luckily though, it did help with the contractions and they became less consistent. They took me off the magnesium drip mid Friday morning and switched me back to an oral medication. They then sent me home Saturday morning with a prescription to take when I had a contraction, and orders to be on modified bed rest for at least two weeks.
So, i’m currently 32 weeks pregnant, hanging out at home on bed rest. I’m making weekly visits to my OB for a non stress test and an appointment. Each day is an accomplishment that I don’t go into labor. I told Alex I feel like a ticking time bomb just waiting to go off!