![]() ![]() We were convinced everything would be OK. So we went home, me to rest in an attempt to prevent miscarriage, my partner to reassure us both. The first result, which tells you if the baby has Down's syndrome, is ready in three days, but the other chromosomal problems cannot be eliminated for up to three weeks. I had to stop myself from yanking out the needle. All my instincts were to protect my belly, yet here I was allowing someone to stick a huge needle into it. But here I was, minutes later, lying down, waiting. ![]() And I thought that if I were faced with the possibility of having an amnio, hours of discussion would follow - I would spend days mulling it over. I had never imagined having an amniocentesis. He suggested he perform an amniocentesis immediately, to rule out any chromosomal problems. Still, the consultant thought things would be OK. But the consultant had found more spots on the heart and the measurements were the same. My partner's face was lit up, seeing the baby for the first time. There was complete silence during the scan. We saw the consultant, who was reassuring, saying that he would rescan me and was sure everything would be fine. Except for the persistent, nagging doubts.įinally, Monday came and we went back to the hospital. My belly was growing and I was feeling great. The baby was kicking so hard that I began to believe him. My partner spent the weekend trying to convince me that things were OK. For once in my life, I had been organised. The nursery I had selected for our two-year-old son my maternity leave the bunk beds the summer holiday suitable for a newborn baby. ![]() All my plans were beginning to fall down. I should stop being dramatic and pessimistic.īut my brain had been given a train of thought that was impossible to stop. He was sure the consultant on Monday would see that the measurements were completely normal and that there was nothing to worry about. When I told him what had happened, he refused to believe anything was wrong and said he'd sort it out when he came home. My partner was away working and was waiting to hear whether he was having a son or daughter. I was given a leaflet and told to return four days later to see the consultant.īy the time I left the hospital, I was in shock. There were also two spots on his heart, which were "soft markers" for Down's syndrome. ![]() It was all going wrong and I wanted to get as far away from the hospital as possible.Įventually, the doctor finished the scan and said that some of the baby's measurements were very small. I couldn't work out what was taking so long and put it down to the doctor being young and inexperienced. After half an hour of lying on the bed, I was starting to get nervous, but was excited to find out that the baby would be a boy and that I could see his little heart beating strongly. Previous scans in this pregnancy and with my first child had been fun - a chance to see the baby wriggling around and perhaps find out its sex. I popped out from work, telling my boss I'd be back in half an hour. Our nightmare began when I went for my 20-week scan. The decision to terminate the pregnancy was my partner's and mine. He was tiny, perfect and a Down's syndrome baby. On January 18, my baby was born, at 23 weeks - a little boy. ![]()
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