some medical business

I was thrilled to see two pink lines. I honestly thought that I could buy stock in pregnancy tests for a while there. I called the Dr and was kind of dissapointed to know that I wouldn't be going in until I was 8 weeks...I wanted to go in right then; I wanted little profile ultrasound pictures right then. A week after I called, I started having some pain on my right side so I called again and they told me to come in that day. I went and they did an ultrasound. After the ultrasound they took me into a Dr's office...not my doctor a different one. He hurridly (it was lunch time) told us that the baby wasn't looking to be in my uterus, it looked like she had barely made it out of my fallopian tube. They called it an interstitial pregnancy.
That Dr then proceded to say that if the "embryo" didn't move that it would rupture my uterus and I would bleed to death before I could make it to any hospital. He said if she didn't move that I should take a pill "to make the embryo dissolve"...
A PILL??? TO MAKE MY BABY DISSOLVE???

absolutely NOT!

I said no and that I would like to wait to see if the baby moved and he agreed. So I waited a few days then went back to have another u/s, she still hadnt moved and they kept pushing the idea to take "the pill" and I kept refusing asking for more time. We had about 7 u/s's within 2 weeks. Finally the 5th Dr we spoke with ordered an MRI to make absolute sure because the latest u/s showed a heartbeat and he didn't believe in ending a life without knowing that every other possible option wouldn't work. To this day I believe God himself had a series of events that led us to see that Doctor. I went for an MRI, and we found that she was in my uterus :) I was so happy to hear those words come out of his mouth.

I didn't go back until I was 19 weeks. I was focused on finding out the sex of the baby. Andrew and I had an agreement that if it was a girl that I got to decorate the nursery and if it was a boy he could decorate. I hated all the decor andrew was looking at so I was bound and determined that my little "tater tot" was going to be a girl.We already had names picked out, we've had them picked out since we got married. Paisly Grace for a girl and Cohen Abel for a boy. I was right, it was a girl :) After they looked at the sex of the baby they checked all the other growth factors. You know when you just have a feeling that they are looking at something too closely? I had that feeling and I was right. After the u/s they took us into the Dr's office once again. She told us that Paisly had ventriculomegaly. The ventricles in her brain were a tad bit bigger than they usually saw and were worried about it. She referred us to a neonatal neurologist. They found the same thing but there were no other factors leading to any type of diagnosis. They said they would just continue to monitor her for the rest of my pregnancy. We prayed and prayed and prayed. God gave me peace my whole pregnancy. I felt like Paisly was completely normal and that nothing would be wrong with her. Although I felt that way, Andrew and I were completely prepared for her to have special needs, which is what the Dr's said might have been a possibility. We knew God would help us if that was the case, but I knew it was not.

Things were consistant with her ventricles, they stayed enlarged. When I was about 30weeks I went to have an u/s; they said that I had excess amniotic fluid, but didn't know the cause of it and said it could be related to the ventriculomegaly.I had another u/s when I was 32 weeks and her ventricles had enlarged even more and they didn't know why so they scheduled another MRI at WFU. The results of that MRI were all normal. Everything was normal with her anatomy other than the ventricles in her brain. Usually they said with this there would be other factors that would lead them to a diagnosis but Paisly had none. She was perfect. I had been doing non stress tests twice a week for a few weeks at this point, and they said that we would just continue this until I went into labor. They were always normal, she kicked that little monitor constantly...she didn't like it at all! Everyone always commented on how active she was, and I loved it. The thursday before everything happened was my last NST and u/s. I sat in the little room with the monitors hooked up to me listening to the beautiful sound of Paisly's heartbeat and the often sound of her kicking the monitor...it was so bad that I had to constantly hold the monitor and adjust it so often that I did it for the nurses because they got tired of coming in there every 2 seconds! If I could go back I would have recorded that beautiful sound. That day they did an extra u/s and the dr said that I had even more fluid but it was ok for now...insinuating that next week may be a different story. She told me that because of all the fluid that I would go into labor early. I knew I didn't want her to come too early because I wanted her to be healthy but I was so excited to meet her and hold her I wanted her to come right now! I was completely impatient my whole entire pregnancy...Had I known what was going to happen I would have savored every single moment of it...