Wow, what a day, what a day.
I'm quite stunned..... Stay with me here, because either you should clearly read the whole thing, or don't read it at all. Otherwise, you'll have only part of the information. Please don't skim!
So, it turns out my midwife didn't give me the full amount of information on our baby's condition. I am sure this is because she thought, after all we had been through with Merika (and just, in general, PERIOD), it would have been too much for us to digest.
The diagnosis was quickly adding up to Trisomy 18. While he was doing the ultrasound, Dr K asked me, "Do you know what Trisomy 18 is?"
I shrugged, "Well, I know that most babies don't live very long."
We were not told that, during our first ultrasound, a cyst was found on the baby's brain. (I think I probably would have had a heart attack, since it was just days after Merikalyn had been released from the hospital.. and I would have instantly thought it was something related.)
Turns out, this cyst issue and the heart issue our baby had are two of the "symptoms" of Trisomy 18. To our knowledge, she didn't have any of the other issues, though. (Although it is not uncommon to only have 2-3 of the issues appear in an ultrasound.)
So, did you read all of that? Do you understand that? Did you catch the key words like, "had"?
Because all of that... is gone.
The cyst on the brain? Gone.
The heart condition? Gone.
Four chambers? Check!
I was honestly tearing up during the ultrasound. I wanted to hop up, fling my arms around Dr. K, and give him the biggest, tightest hug ever. (And btw, Dr. K is the best OB I've ever met. He's so kind... and has a great sense of humor. I just love him!)
I just kept thinking, "Wow God, you were answering prayers we didn't even know to pray."
I hate to say it, but while I prayed that God would completely heal the baby's heart- I actually didn't expect Him to. (Where is my faith, right?) I mean, I just figured God had a purpose for her, and we would go through this ordeal, and .. well, anyway. Not that it would make God any less awesome or great in my eyes if He didn't heal it all up completely. Not that He'd be "a bad God" in my eyes if we had a Trisomy 18, but
PRAISE THE LORD.....
Our baby is perfect, and beautiful, and lovely and WHOLE AND COMPLETE.
(My MW just called and I told her the news, and she nearly blew my eardrum out screaming and praising God! It was awesome!)
I am truly humbled and reminded of the power of prayer. Inside, I ache because I know there are so many people out there who received "NO" as an answer, and why am I so fortunately to receive a YES and HEALING for our prayers... and for prayers we didn't even know to pray!?
But WOW, the God I serve it pretty rockin' awesome.