I’ve typed this update over and over and each time I delete the draft. So I’m going to keep it brief for now, and perhaps in the future there will be a time when I can write something more…profound.
One week ago tonight, R sat at her computer perfecting the wedding invitations/twin announcement we planned to send the following day, after clearing the last remaining hurdle between us and the sigh of relief Dr. Debbie Downer said we could breathe if the babies looked okay at their 12.5 week visit.
Instead of clearing the hurdle, it came crashing down, slowly, noisily, and in front of a bunch of strangers. The scan and further testing revealed our sweet Peanut has multiple, significant abnormalities. In the last week we’ve seen four new maternal-fetal medicine doctors, a geneticist, and a perinatologist. We’ve had two more ultrasounds, each revealing a rapid decline in our baby’s condition. Today Peanut’s prognosis slid down the rungs between bad and grave. We are bracing for the loss of one of our babies.
Just when we thought we were out of the woods, we slipped down the rabbit hole.
We appreciate your continued support in our journey, especially during this difficult time. In the depth of our sadness there is the glimmer of hope that Bean continues to grow and thrive, and we find comfort in that.