When I was pregnant with Shelby, I anxiously awaited my 12th week of pregnancy. Miscarriage had taught me this was a milestone. A major one. I was no less apprehensive after 12 weeks and I approached each visit with my ob and ultrasound with some degree of trepidation. This pregnancy has little exception. I go for a 12 week check up this week. I have had no unusual symptoms and am sure everything will be fine. But I still have nerves. We plan on bringing Shelby so she can hear the baby's heartbeat. Not that she'll understand what she is hearing, but it will help us to make her feel involved.
With this pregnancy, with Shelby already here, I am very tired as to be expected and find myself with little time for all the worries I cultivated with Shelby.
A couple of weeks ago, I went to the maternal fetal specialist for an ultrasound and counseling. Everything went fine. Of course, I had to sign about 30 forms declining all genetic testing on myself, Jeff and the baby and sign that I was fully aware of what I was declining. We declined this testing with Shelby as well. We read the literature. We consulted friends and family and we prayed. The answer was obvious, any child would be a gift. All we could hope for was to be the best family for the child we were given. We are not wearing rose colored glasses and we are aware this baby might have any number of challenges. But it is in accepting what God has given that we are challenged ourselves to use the gifts we have received.
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