We created this blog to help us document the story of Malia starting at 29 weeks in utero. There have been and continue to be struggles for Malia and for us. It is evident to us, as you will see, that the power of prayer is mighty and God does love us and hear our prayers. We welcome and invite you to follow along with us. Though lengthy, start from the bottom to get the entire story so far.

Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Thank God for random 3D ultrasounds...

What started as a typical day quickly changed into a day of anxiety, emotions, and tons of prayer. It began with me heading into the office for some meetings and Alison getting Kayla to school. We were scheduled for a complimentary 3D ultrasound with Alison's girl parts doctor at 12:30pm. Alison picked up Kayla for school and we met at Chic-fil-A for lunch before the appointment. It was a great day and we were all excited to go see our baby girl.

Up to this day everything had checked out great and baby was in perfect health. The sonographer who was doing the ultrasound is the same woman who has scanned both Kayla/Lydia in the past and is very good at what she does. What is usually a 2 second wave of her wand to find the face had obviously turned to look at something else (not the face). Very calmly, though unsettled, she left the room saying that she forgot to do something and would be right back. I sensed something was not quite right but could not gauge what it was. Was it our baby? Was it something wrong with the last baby she scanned and she still hadn't collected herself... Then she came back in the room, still unsettled, and announced to us that something was wrong. Turned out that she left the room to call Alison's doctor out of surgery in order to get him to assess and recommend. "The doctor is going to be meeting with you in a minute to discuss what is going on" but something was definitely wrong. Before directing us to the room - she gave her apologies and hugged Alison. Thus began the spiral of emotions. We then spoke briefly with the doctor who explained that something was wrong with the heart but further examination needed to take place at the main hospital to identify exactly what and the next course of action. The doctor would then go "verify a couple things", get a copy of our records for us to take, and then direct us but we would be going to the maternal fetal medicine unit. We waited a couple minutes longer for the doctor to return, both of us were anxious as you can imagine. The doctor returned to tell us "You are going to need to go directly to the Birth Center without stopping. Do not go home. Do not stop anywhere. Go directly there, someone will be standing there waiting for you when you walk in". A few swipes on the phone and a facebook post later friends from across the country and globe started praying for us and for the baby.