It was just another day. It was a special day in late October, when we were having the ultrasound that would tell us what brand of baby we were having. We had decided we'd be happy either way; Daisy (our one-year-old) would be thrilled to have a little sister to grow up with (up with which to grow?), and we would also love a little boy.
Well. See, they don't really do those tests for the purpose of determining gender. They do them to be sure that the baby's anatomy looks OK. Our baby showed a "double-bubble" sign.
Um. What does that mean?
Well, sometimes Down's Syndrome, but not always. And you need to be seen by the high-risk perinatologist.
(two-week period of furious Internet research ensues)
We discover that "double-bubble" usually indicates a problem in the intestinal tract. Baby Aria can't digest. So, she swallows amniotic fluid, can't digest it, vomits it back up, and is likely in perpetual discomfort. We don't know that for sure, but how could it be otherwise? Surgery upon birth will be necessary for Aria's survival. It carries a 90% success rate, according to a couple medical journal articles.
So, baby's suffering, and we can't do anything about it, and she might die. And it gets worse.
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