juliedobbs

We went yesterday for our ultrasound. We have only been going every two weeks now. Things have been looking pretty well and we have been so optimistic that we were going to get some great news this week.
We walked in ready to expect something good and the first thing that we heard from the u/s technician was " the stomach is up." I said, " what? are you kidding?" She said no, it went up. Now, to give you a quick recap, the doctors have been shocked that the stomach hadn't gone up because usually with LCDH the stomach is always up. They said that this late in the game the stomach proabbly will stay down and there won't be an issue. The intestines are still in his chest but all other organs were doing well. Just in 2 weeks it made this change. We were shocked. I knew my husband was next to me but didn't look at him for fear what his face would tell me. I knew that we were both feeling the same way, disappointment and discouragement. We were just hoping that we would be that " one case" that we didn't go by the text book. Things have been doing well and nothing with this diagnosis was textbook material and we know that is a miracle.
We walked out of the office and drove home and we were both feeling the weight on our shoulders. We had gotten hit by another little blow and we had to gain strength again from somwhere. Tears were shed and we just said that we have to believe that God has a plan and this little guy is going to make it.
The pediatric surgeon said that it didn't make it worse or not worse if the stomach was up or down. We had thought it was worse if it did go up, but apparently it is not an issue. In our minds though it is a big issue.
I am planning on being induced 38-39 weeks. That is only 7 weeks away. TIme if flying by and it only makes it more difficult to know what might be ahead of us and the journey that we are going to be on. We got beautiful 4D pictures again of our Bryson. SOme with his foot in his mouth, hands covering his face. You can see the details of every feature, his eyes, nose, and pucked little lips. This is a little boy inside me. He is real, Its real and I have to choose to believe that GOd is going to do something real in that delivery room when he is born.
I am not giving up. Perhaps I was a little down yesterday and feeling that we were hit with a blow, but today I had a friend write this to me and it was what I needed to hear and where I gained my strength. She wrote," My dear friend, Julie… The moment Mr. Bryson was conceived, the miracle began & continues today…through the good reports & the bad reports…God hasn’t stopped working. And, of course, our human thinking says… The miracle is your lil’ guy being born completely whole, healthy, & w/out complication…that his lil’ diaphragm would be completely intact & his stomach would be exactly where it should be; however… God’s ways are not our ways & He knows EXACTLY how this baby will (and, should) be born. After all, He created him, He doesn’t make mistakes, & He’s trusted YOU to carry such a delicate & amazing gift, ‘cause… He knew you’d take care of him. So… While we hope & pray & believe for the best in our simple way of thinking, this may very well be one of those things we have to file away in our “I don’t understand what you’re doing here, but I trust you anyways God” file & move on.