Last September I saw the two pink lines that changed my world forever- we were pregnant with our second child. With a 16 month old boy already, I knew that my world was going to be very hectic, but I was extremely excited for James to have a little brother or sister. The pregnancy went well. I was extremely sick for the first few months. We found out at our 20 week ultrasound that we were having a baby girl. My heart was overjoyed. I have always wanted a little boy and a little girl and I knew that she was such a miracle baby already.
The Day Things Changed
Because I have asthma, I am on a special protocol with my OB doctors at Grace OB. Starting at 32 weeks, I have weekly visits and weekly NST’s (non-stress tests). I also get to have some late pregnancy ultrasounds. At our 32 week ultrasound, the technician said that our baby’s legs were measuring a few weeks short. The doctor assured us that it was probably not a big deal and that she would probably catch up in a few weeks. We honestly did not think anything of it. I got another ultrasound at 36 weeks. At this appointment, her femur bones were measuring 5 weeks short. The doctor told us that she wanted to schedule a high-risk ultrasound at another doctor’s office to try to find out more of what was going on. We started getting a little nervous and worried, but trusted that the Lord was in control of the situation.
The Waiting Game
At the high-risk ultrasound, they had me on the table for over an hour, measuring every single organ and major bone. Turns out that all of the long bones in both her arms and her legs were measuring 5-6 weeks short. The doctor came in and told us the possibilities. They told us that Maggie could have anything from skeletal displaysia to Down’s Syndrome and that we would just have to wait and see what her diagnosis would be after birth. I asked if we should do an amniocentesis but they said that since I was so far along in the pregnancy, we should just wait until she was born. Boy, were those a LONG three weeks!
We immediately went to our knees in prayer for our little girl and asked everyone around us to join us. It was definitely a time of sadness and anxiousness, but I have never felt the presence of the Lord so much in my life. My husband and I prayed together more than we ever have. I dove into the Scripture daily and I pleaded to my Lord to heal my little girl. Each morning I read Psalm 139 out loud to my son during breakfast, explaining to him that Maggie was “fearfully and wonderfully made” and that God “knit her together in my womb” and that “His works are wonderful”. The Word gave me so much encouragement. We felt the prayers of our friends and family in an almost tangible way. It was indescribable.
Maggie is Born!
Finally, May 24th arrived and we got to the hospital at 5:30am for my 7:30am C-section. After getting checked in, poked and prodded, had an IV started, and prayed with my doctor, I was escorted to the OR. I got my spinal put in (by a student, no less) and laid down on the table. My heart was anxious, excited, scared, overjoyed, etc. The emotions were truly indescribable. They pulled Maggie out and quickly took her over to the NICU team which had been waiting. Her initial APGAR score was an 8, but by the 5 minute mark, it had dropped down to a 2 and they were having to do chest compressions. It was a very scary few minutes. Miraculously, her score went right back up to an 8 a few minutes later (the power of prayer!).
Because she was 4 days early and had been born via c-section, she had fluid in her lungs and had to be taken right away to the NICU at Mission Hospital. My husband was allowed to stay right by her side the entire time. He told me that once they arrived to the NICU wing, they quickly hooked Maggie up to some monitors and the nurses were extremely thorough in explaining everything they were doing to Mark. I had to go straight to the recovery room for an hour or two before they wheeled me up to the NICU floor so I could see my little girl. She was so beautiful. I knew from the moment I laid my eyes on her that she was my miracle baby. They allowed me to stay in the NICU for a few minutes and pushed my bed right up next to her bed. I held her little hand and prayed over her. They also allowed my parents to accompany me to the NICU so they could meet their new granddaughter. It was a special, but hard time.
I then went to my room and got settled. We kept getting updates from the NICU about her progress and miraculously enough, Maggie was able to be discharged from the NICU seven hours after her birth. I will never forget the first time that I got to hold her. She was 6lbs, 9oz at birth and my son was a whopping 9lbs, 5 oz at birth. Needless to say, she felt like a little baby doll. While in the hospital, we were able to meet with a neonatologist, a geneticist, and our pediatrician. They did blood work for genetic testing on Maggie and told us that we should expect the results back within a few weeks. We were able to keep Maggie in the room with us for the remainder of our stay in the hospital and got discharged 3 days later.
Once we got home, we were so happy to be a family of 4. Maggie ate well, slept well, and was a real joy to be around. Our son, James, loved having a new sister. He adjusted so well. He helps me change her diaper, brings me burp cloths, and smothers her in kisses. It warms my heart.
Four weeks after her birth, we got a phone call from Dr. Boyd, Maggie’s geneticist, saying that they had received the test results back from the blood work and that she wanted to see us the following week at her office. We were nervous as we waited in the waiting room, not knowing what they were going to tell us. We found out that Maggie has a SHOX deletion in her X chromosome. Basically, it means that she will have a shorter stature than most girls her age, but that there were no significant health concerns. What a relief. They also put our mind to ease, telling us that Maggie did not have Down’s Syndrome, which we assumed, but was still nice to have the confirmation. They want to see her again when she is 2 years old, unless major problems arise in her development between now and then. What a blessing.
Mark and I know that the power of prayer works. We are confident that God healed our little girl. She is thriving and growing wonderfully. She truly is “fearfully and wonderfully made”.
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