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20 Weeks Ultrasound

More details on the ultrasound Friday:

Weight gained - 10 BIG ONES (Its a conspiracy I tell ya, the scales are OFF at the two buildings)
Heart Rate (mommy) - 112/80 Still doing good...
Heart Rate (Baby Boy) - 145
Baby's Weight - 15 oz (Almost a WHOLE POUND, he's in the 90th percentile on his weight)

All the organs, weight, measurements looked good (perfect actually, according to the doctor)...except...Baby has a Single Umbilical Artery or a 2 Vessel Cord. Baby's normally have a 3 vessel cord - 1 vein and 2 arteries. My little punkin only has one artery.

What does this mean?

Well, an SUA can be a flag for a genetic disorder or an abnormality of an organ, etc. Weight gain is also a big concern for the baby during the last trimester. I have to have a Level II Ultrasound done by a parinatologist (which is a higher detail scan) and I'm [im]patiently waiting for the nurse to call me back with that appointment date. They will check the organs like heart, kidneys, etc and measure my baby boy more closely to make sure nothing looks out of the ordinary. I will also have to have ultrasounds done multiple times in the last 3 months to make sure he's packin on the pounds like he's supposed to.

Am I freaking out??

Yes and no. My doctor didn't seemed concerned in the slightest and she told us not to worry. She said he looks perfect other than the SUA, and we just have to keep a closer eye on him - which means I get to see my little man more often! Hey, a silver lining is a silver lining. Also, I've of course checked out several articles and sites and read other SUA baby's stories on line and MOST of them turn out 100% healthy. All of these positives things aside, I'm still worried. A little. I tend to go with the philosophy "Don't worry until there's something to worry about". But I also hope for the best and plan for the worst. I feel very strongly that everything is just fine with my lil' guy and he reassures me SEVERAL times a day by kicking my insides to let me know he's still moving around in there - which is another good sign that he's healthy. If there were major genetic defects (i.e. Downs, Tricsomy 18), they would've caught them on the anatomy scan, so I'm not quite so concerned with that one. Plus, if anything physical abnormalities show up after he's born, we have a NICU at our hospital where I'll be delivering - right there, at the same hospital. No having to transport my little baby after he's born to another location which means he gets medical treatment that much faster.

I'm staying positive. I have to or I'll never sleep again till after he's born. He's always in the back of my mind and I've doubled the amount of times a day I ask myself "Is he ok in there?". But, I feel I'm still at a normal level of worry from where I was before the ultrasound. I was hoping to go down a notch on the worry scale but nope, not yet anyway...Does that ever really happen as a parent?!

I'll keep everyone posted. Prayers and good thoughts are appreciated.

Comments

The Steele's said…
Glad everything looked good!!! :) And even after they are born the worrying just gets worse I tell ya! LOL!! ;) Congrats on a healthy little guy!!!

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