We had our ultrasound today at 1:00. It was originally scheduled for 8:00 AM, but the clinic called yesterday to reschedule due to a monster snow storm that was expected overnight. Said snow storm was minor (oh so minor) but the timing worked out well for us and I liked being able to get up this morning to move at my own pace (slow!) and have both breakfast and lunch with my boys.
I woke up feeling good about this scan. I just figured that we would be told it was nothing, and the worst case scenario would be that we’d have something to fix once Wilson was born. My head wasn’t clouded much this morning and I reminded myself that of all the people in the waiting room, I would likely be the one with the least amount to worry about.
The ultrasound was great – the gal was very gentle and the machine was amazing. We have never seen such clear pictures in-utero. I knew what they were looking for, so I was relaxed until they got to his stomach. And… it’s gone. Whatever they saw last week is not there. The tech thought that maybe his gallbladder was in the way last time, at a strange angle, and appeared attached to the stomach. But, as she said, that’s just speculation on her part since she couldn’t see anything abnormal.
This is going to sound weird, but we enjoyed this ultrasound. The tech was the age of our mothers, and very gentle and caring. She described every last thing she was doing and looking at, something that no one has done for us before. I just felt like there were no secrets at all, and I felt so comfortable that when she got to his stomach, I asked if she could see the “thing.” I knew she may tell me that she couldn’t answer that, but I thought she was the type to share what she was seeing. And she did. She saw nothing. When she got to Wilson’s head, she tried really hard to get a 3-D photo and she did! She told us how cute he is. How nice is that?
The perinatologist (Dr. W) came in shortly after and we immediately could see why Dr. H wanted us to see this guy in particular. He was so kind, so wonderful, so calm. He scanned me again and saw nothing as well. He did say that Wilson’s gallbladder is a bit large, but that that’s perfectly fine. Everything else looked great and Dr. W said that there was nothing else to do or worry about. I don’t even need to worry about this changing our birth plan for Wilson – there is no follow-up needed. Dr. W finished by telling us how great and clear the images were because of the machinery and because, “you’re thin.”
I will always hold a special place in my heart for Dr. W!
So – that’s it. Nine days later, all is well. All is resolved. All is just fine!