Thursday, September 1, 2011

The worst day in the world!

On August 29th, 2011, our world completely changed.  It was then that I was told by 3 Children's Hospital Pediatric Cardiologists that the son that I was carrying in utero had a heart defect called Tricuspid Atresia. 

Let me backup a few years, in November of 2006, I was told for the third time that I was pregnant.  Previously I have had 2 other pregnancies one resulted in a miscarrage and the other a tubal ligation.  So we thought the third time had to be a charm.  And it was, On August 6, 2007, my husband Gary and I welcomed Spencer Patrick into our world.

During my pregancy with Spencer, I was told that he had various things, club feet, cleft lip and webbed fingers.  As I sat in UMass in Framingham, they spoke to my husband and I and they were confident that they were seeing a diagnosis of Trisomy 18.  The next few weeks were hell, but it quickly turned out that they were all incorrect and I gave birth to a healthy, happy baby boy. 

So in August 2011, when I was prompted by a Maternal Fetal Medicine Doctor at Newton-Wellesley Hospital to just get an echocardiogram at Massachusetts General Hospital because he felt that he saw something "unusual, but I am sure it's nothing"  I didn't even think twice about not bringing my husband to the appointment because I knew that it would, in the end, turn out to be nothing. 

We are still waiting for that moment...

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