The first one was the standard "Congratulations, it's an it!"* ultrasound. This is the first picture we have of our baby:
The second one was to check our baby's amniotic fluid levels (which were fine, thank the Lord). We also found out that it is a boy. I think I posted this picture when we revealed the gender earlier this year (although I just recently figured out how to use our scanner, so this is a much clearer shot):
|I still find it hilarious that he's mooning the camera...|
The third one was to check for the vital organs that they didn't check in the second ultrasound (because they were a little more focussed on the whole fluid thing in ultrasound #2).
|Look how much he grew from the first one!! Crazy!|
The fourth one was to get a better look at his brain (because our son was such a wiggle worm in ultrasound #3, they couldn't get a good look at it).
After our fourth ultrasound, however, the doctor gave us some news we did not want to hear: Our son's amniotic fluid was now low.
Granted, they did not immediately whisk me away to the hospital or anything (so it wasn't a total red alert), but we had to have another ultrasound a week later to check little man's fluid.
I must confess that I am a complete worry wort about certain things and this news really sent me for a bit of a mental loop. Why did it send me? There was nothing I could do about it except to leave it in God's hands.
Red Beard reminded me that praying was the best thing we could do. My mom reminded me, too. And that was really hard for me to hear, I'm sorry to say.
"Oh, what peace we often forfeit!
Oh, what needless loads we bear . . .
The fifth ultrasound resulted in the same thing. His fluid was still low. Thankfully, it hadn't gotten any lower (that was somewhat of a relief). But we had to come back in another week to have it checked again.
= Not what this mama wanted to hear!
More prayers, more waiting.
Due to a scheduling conflict, we had to wait a couple of extra days beyond the one week mark before going back. I must confess that, although I didn't want to wait a few extra days, God really gave me a peace about it once I decided I was going to trust His judgment and His timing in this situation (which, I'm convinced, helped lower my blood pressure by ultrasound #6).
All because we do not carry
Everything to God in prayer."
This week, we had our sixth ultrasound and got some awesome news: His fluid was finally up to where it should be!! It went from a 9 (whatever unit that's supposed to be) to a 15.9!!
Praise the Lord!! That was wonderful news!
And another sweet blessing? We finally got to see our son's face on screen. Every time they had done an ultrasound before, his hands were in front of his face. (On ultrasound #5, his hands and feet were in front of his face!)
Our insurance only covers one ultrasound, but I am confident that God will provide the funds for us to pay for the others. (Maybe we'll hit our deductible before we even go to the hospital! lol.) I'm just grateful that so far, everything is fine with our son. To God be the glory!
What are you trusting God with today? ~Mrs. D.
*Gilmore Girls quote.