I see Cathy beat me to it, and I gotta run to work, but this is why I am going in late today. We ate a birthday breakfast, made Mallorie gag by suggesting she take some applesauce by mouth, and enjoyed our morning with our sweet baby, our family, and our friend, Tracy.
I know you won't believe me if I say "more later," because I have yet to put up pics of the hospital stuff I promised. I guess we'll see.
Hmmm. Jacob needs a haircut. The way we typically find out he needs his nails clipped is when we realize he's with us en route to Dr. B's office (she has issues with unkempt nails). So I guess this can be how I end up realizing he needs a cut!
In October 2006, we went for an ultrasound for our fifth child, and were told that our daughter probably had a chromosomal defect. We were urged to get an amniocentesis so that genetic testing could be done, “so the doctors will know what decisions to make.” The specialist told us that he suspected Trisomy 13 or 18, and if he was correct, then no OB would do a c-section because it wouldn’t make a difference for the end outcome. Besides, no surgeon would operate on her back (she had a meningocele – spina bifida), because “Trisomy 18 and 13 are what are called lethal conditions. They are incompatible with life.”
That’s how our story with her began, but it is most certainly not the end. As her amazing pediatrician said about examining her at birth, “I looked into her eyes, and she looked back at me and said, I’m here for the long haul, chick.”