Sunday, January 2, 2011
We went in for a follow up visit and received the results from the genetic testing of the baby.
It was a boy.
He measured exactly 9 weeks so his little heart must have stopped the day I went in for the ultrasound.
The results stated that he had a Robertsonian Translocation, trisomy 21, Down Syndrome. In the majority of Down's babies, one would see 47 chromosomes instead of 46. There would be 3 chromosomes under the 21st. Not our little boy. This was a very rare situation.
His chromosome pattern showed 46 chromosomes, but apparently a piece of a chromosome attached to another to create the translocation.
There was a possibility it was genetic, that me or Huzb were carriers or it was a total fluke during cell division. We decided we would go through genetic testing as well before trying to conceive again.
The waiting was brutal. The doctor called me at work a few weeks later, and I wanted to know the news but at the same time didn't.
Finally, good news. Huzb and I were not carriers. I just knew one of us would be even though there is no record of Down's in either of our families.
With this wonderful news, we were advised to wait until I had at least one normal menstrual cycle, and then we had a green light to start trying again as soon as we were emotionally ready.
The closure began when we received the results. Knowing that there was nothing I did or didn't do to cause the miscarriage. Knowing what was wrong with our son. Knowing that there was still hope.