I did it. Of course with some help of some prescription courage. I stepped back into HP today, I took the very same elevator I took all those months I was pregnant. I even went to the wrong floor on accident where the NICU was. I walked the same hallway I did for months. But you know what made it better? The people that work in that office. Vicki the ultrasound tech remembered me right away and talked to me a bit about Nolan. The girls at the front desk talked to me quite a bit too. They even said they still read my blog all the time, that just melted my heart. And when the pregnant women came in and started the chit chat with each other, they rescued me and got me back in a room so I didn't have to listen to them.
My test results came back normal and my ultrasound showed what is was suppose to. So Dr Fish and I have a plan of action for the next coming months. I’m really hoping it works. I am so sick of running away from pregnant people and feeling left behind, it hurts more than I can explain. We want to give Nolan a little brother or sister so badly.
Dr Fish did think it was very odd that Kerry is going through the SAME exact thing in slow motion. We maybe think that there is something genetic that is an unknown and may not even be a test for. She advised me to call back the MFM I saw back in Sept and inform him of this. He may have a different perspective now. It’s just too ironic. I am also planning on going for a consultation with her best friend who is a perinatologist in Nashville. She already knows a lot of my story and it wouldn’t hurt to get her opinion. I guess Kerry and I would be an interesting case study for some Dr’s to take a look at. You never know.
Kerry is still trucking along, so keep those prayers coming.