Today was the momentous occasion we’ve been looking towards for some months: The 20 Week Ultrasound!
This means that we are OFFICIALLY at the half-way point. I also officially have a baby bump and officially know the sex of my baby (though I won’t be sharing that quite yet!).
Things are looking pretty sweet. I have a great heart rate, have gained the perfect amount of weight and have a uterus that has grown right where it should have grown.
As far as our baby is concerned, (s)he is doing very well. Good heart rate, good skull shape, no signs of the dreaded spina bifida, no sign of a cleft palate, skull in good condition. 10 fingers, 10 toes…
Speaking of toes, the baby has my husband’s feet. My big toe is considerably longer than my second toe, while my husband’s second toe is longer than his first. While we both have long toes, Milton sports tingers, which simply means that his toes are freakishly long. We can see in the ultrasound that our baby also has tingers. I am also convinced that the baby has my husband’s leg proportions, which means another family runner. This is all good stuff.
I did have a moment of nervousness after the ultrasound tech left the room and returned with (dum dum dum) The Doctor. It was obvious from the start that The Doctor was summoned into the room to give us Potential Bad News. First, he confirmed my age, “You’ll be having the baby when you’re 34 and a half,” he says, and suddenly I am filled with fear. My brain immediately starts telling me that this will be my only child, that the risks are too great as I approach my dreaded (and absolutely youthful) 35th birthday. The Doctor goes on to tell me that the baby’s heart is showing a sign of Echogenic Intracardiac Foci, as told by bright spots on the heart. This increases my chances of having a baby with Downs Syndrome by 2. Broken down, this means that while my age and history indicated a 1 in 350 chance of having a baby with an extra chromosome when I woke up this morning, appearance of EIF ups my chances to 1 in 200, or .5%. SPECIFICALLY, babies with the EIF marker have a 1 in 188 chance of T-21 (Downs).
Of course, there is no indication of a chromosomal problem as far as the bone structure of the baby’s face is concerned. The ridge of the baby’s nose and cheekbones appears to be strong and “normal”. AND, further investigation (thanks to an immediate iPhone google search) indicates that a full 30% of Asians have EIF. Further race investigation indicates 11% of caucasians and 6% of black babies show symptoms of EIF. Thus, I don’t think that there is anything to worry about… and if there is, it’s out of my control to do anything but love whatever baby we have. I do find it odd that it’s required for a doctor to put extra fear in you, but not required for them to say, “But, hey, your baby is Asian, so there was a 30% chance the baby would have EIF anyhow.” I mean, really? I would hate to be a doctor who gets called into examination rooms to only deliver red flag news. I was thinking the whole time about how awesome the job of the ultrasound technician was… and later I thought about how the stony-faced-bearer-of-bad-news doctor ‘s job was NOT awesome. Also, WAY TO MAKE A GIRL FEEL OLD, doctor. 34 and a half. Geez louise.
All that EIF business aside, it was AMAZING to see our baby moving around in there! S(he) is far more active than I even imagined! Lots of times there is whole moving around that I can’t even feel. I didn’t realize that! The baby flips and flops into all sorts of different positions without my even knowing, all of the time! I need to really be punched and kicked to know that something is going on in there… which means that I’m being punched and kicked all the time, too, because I feel it plenty! So great!!