On November 4, 2010 I came home from work and took a pregnancy test. I had one under my bathroom sink because we had bought a few in the past. I look down and it has that little plus sign. I was in shock! I couldn't believe it. Brandon and I had been trying to get pregnant for 2 1/2 years and I am finally looking at a test that was telling me it is finally happening! I called my sisters and felt like it was a dream. This was something I was wanting for so long. I decided to take another test because I was scared I was getting too excited and it turn out to be a misreading or something. The second test came out positive. I called my husband, since he was still at work, and he was estatic. Brandon is such an amazing dad already with Halley but he definetely was wanting a child of his own. I quickly made an appointment with a new doctors office, since the one I went to when I was pregnant with Halley was in Irving and I didn't want to have to drive far from work if I had appointments mid-day. On December 22, 2010 I had my first sonogram. It was amazing. I cried yet again, I was crying all the time because I was so happy. I was so happy that things were good. My pregnancy with Halley was extremely difficult being that I was only 14 when I conceived with her. Anyways, That day was perfect. I remember walking into the small room with Halley and Brandon and seeing our little baby on the screen. The sonogram technichian was so friendly and made us pictures with captions saying "Hi mommy and daddy" and "Hi Halley".
Everyday we grew with more excitement. I was eating more, getting more cranky, and could hardly move because I wanted to be asleep or laying down every second I could. I continued with my doctor appointments and finally she gave us the date of the very imporant sonogram to find out the sex! March 9, 2011 was the day we were waiting for. It couldn't come fast enough. I walked into the doctor's office with Brandon, Halley, Ruth, and Utah (Brandon's parents). This was going to be their 1st non-step-child and they were overjoyed. I really don't even think I am using enough "happy" adjectives to describe our emotions. Okay we pile into the room and once again saw our baby on the screen. We saw the heart, brain, cord, hands, feet, and then... Baby Girl :D. Another little girl for me. I, of course, cried again and think I even saw Brandon wipe away a few tears. <3 We leave the doctors office and Halley couldn't wait to go shopping. We went to Babies R Us and picked our her crib bedding and a few adorable summer outfits (I was due July 8th).
The next day I went to work as normal. Then my phone rang and the screen showed it was my doctor's office. It didn't seem to odd to me, so I answered. It was my nurse. She told me that the sonogram tech was a little worried about our little girl's legs. She said the doctor was shown the pictures and she wants me to see a specialist the following week. They had already made the appointment. My heart dropped, but the nurse said not to worry it may be something minor like her having bowed legs, or it could be that she had a fracture or her legs stopped growing and that we wouldn't know until we met with the specialist. Their equipment was like a Mercedes Benz to their Ford or something like that was the analogy she used. I then cried and became frantic. My family reassured me that it is probably nothing major and doctors usually like to take extra precautions.
On March 21, 2011 Brandon and I walked into a perinatologist office, Dr. G. Little did I know that walking into that office would haunt me for the rest of my life. We were there for probably 3 hours. When we got into a room, a huge one compared to the one at my doctors office, we were smiling and having a good coversation. This time we had a male sonogram technician. He was nice. He slowly went over her head, brain, heart, counted her fingers, then moved onto her legs and got quiet. And when I mean quiet, I mean silent. He did not say a word for the next 20 minutes that he was taking pictures. He then stood up and told us the doctor would be in with us shortly. Well, about 45 minutes went by and no doctor came in. I looked at Brandon and told him I knew something was wrong, something just wasn't right. What was taking so long? I figured, okay she is bo-legged, so what!? That is fixable. We sat there, well I laid, and watched the light changing from under the door of people passing by until finally we heard a knock. Dr. G. came with no smile, no "hi, how are you". He came to me and said that he would like to take a quick look for himself. So on goes more of that cold gel they use and he looks for maybe a minute, if that and then gets up and walks to a counter where he lays my file. He then starts asking me if everything was okay with my 1st pregnancy. Finally, he stops and sits down next to me, looks me straight in the eye and says "Your daughter is going to die".
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