Our week

This last week has been a basket of mixed emotions around here. Definitely bittersweet. When you conceive a child, it is the most beautiful thing imaginable. And then you get to feel it move within you, which is probably the most amazing thing I have ever felt. I love more than anything that I have 2 of God's children growing in my belly and that I get to be their mother. I never, ever thought I would be here. Last week we had our gender ultrasound, as you all know. There was an issue to raise some concern. We tried to deny the severity of it. It hurt too bad to think that our child could actually have a serious, life-threatening problem. Who wants to think that? We prayed our hearts out and cried, but we still found time to be excited to know we were having a boy and a girl. On Wednesday, we met with perinatology. Our deepest fears were becoming more and more of a reality. We spent 3 hours with the specialist undergoing hours of ultrasound. Our daughter is perfectly healthy, growing, and thriving. A parent's dream. Our son has some issues. You know it's bad when the doctor starts whispering to the ultrasound technician during your ultrasound and they start looking at more specific things. Then we had to switch rooms and do another ultrasound where the doctor pointed out his concerns and told us what he thought was going on. Again, our deepest fears were coming true. A reality we just don't want to face. We worked so hard for this child and now? Now what? You all know from a previously mentioned post that he has bladder problems. It seems to be quite a bit more severe than that now. Again, please keep us in your prayers. Our hearts ache. We had to undergo an amniocentesis to check the chromosomes of our little man for an answer as to what is going on. That was something I never wanted to do and I for sure never want to do it again. It was a very long needle going into a really tiny space, through walls of muscles. Yeah, it hurt. You moms know what contractions feel like. It hurts. I couldn't even watch. I was beyond afraid, not of the needle or them hurting my baby, but afraid of why we were doing this test and what the results will reveal.

All you moms out there, give you children extra hugs today. Realize what a miracle it is that they are here on this earth. Love them a little more than usual today.