Sugar and Spice

Baby Bidia is on her way. We opened the package tonight, and found this inside:

Do you know what Hannah immediately said?



"TOLD YA!"





The long story is this:



Doug, Katelyn and I went to my regular scheduled ultrasound appointment at my doctor's office last Thursday. Although the technician took a long time and tried several different angles, prodded my belly with the probe to try to encourage the baby to move, and even had me move from side to side, she couldn't get a clear enough view of the baby's heart to settle her mind that it was perfectly ok. So she told us that the doctors would probably recommend a follow-up ultrasound sometime in the next few weeks, just to make sure. As we were waiting for my appointment with the midwife, one of the doctors pulled us into her office and explained that there was some concern about possibly some fluid around the baby's heart, so they would like to send us to Maternal-Fetal Medicine and have them do a thorough ultrasound again. We took the doctor and ultrasound technician at their word, which was that we shouldn't worry about it, they were just being cautious. But still, you can't help but wonder and worry a little bit...



Meanwhile, I had this package with some important information sitting under the Christmas tree, which I was very anxious to open. To tell the truth, Doug and I both thought that we saw "girl parts" during Thursday's ultrasound, but the technician kept us wondering if we really saw what we thought we saw. She had a good poker face. As we left that appointment, however, I was really unsettled about it all. Boy or girl, I wanted to really see with my own eyes. So I decided that one of the good things about having to return for another ultrasound (despite the worrisome reasons for it) was that I could get another good look at the baby's gender. Just so I would have no doubts about it.

On Friday, the MFM office called and scheduled me to come in this morning--Christmas Eve. I was really glad that they could get us in so quickly, but then that sort of disrupted our plan of not finding out until Christmas. I convinced Doug that he and I could find out at the Christmas Eve ultrasound, and still keep everyone else guessing until Christmas Day.

Well, even though the baby was very wiggly and a little bit uncooperative, it wasn't too long before I could see again that it looked very much like a girl, and the technician confirmed my guess. She gave us a 5% chance of error, that it may be a boy, but tonight, when the girls all opened one gift from under the tree, I opened the anticipated package and saw that we had a second opinion to confirm--It's A Girl!


And the best news: The baby looks perfectly healthy--heart and all. Our Christmas miracle.