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Sigh of relief

Our baby girl has been given the green light by the doctors. We can now proceed with a 'normal' pregnancy. Whewwww! Have you ever felt like you were holding your breath for a ridiculously long period of time but didn't realize it until you could breath again? That's what it's been like for us. 19 weeks is a long time to hold your breath, we should be entered into the Guinness Book of World Records!

I think every pregnancy from this point on will cause at least some anxiety for us in the future. We really have no idea if what caused Sam's illness is genetic. I have had many say, "But since this one is fine, that means it's not genetic then, right?" Oh, how I wish that were true. But what it simply means is that IF it is heritable...this girl did not get it. But we can only focus on today, God has the rest taken care of! I cannot wait to bring this bundle of pink home.

Our girl

On another note, why do weekends have to end? Sometimes I prolong Sunday nights so that the weekend "lasts longer" and then wind up going to bed too late.

And I wonder why I am really not fond of Mondays. ;)

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  1. AnonymousJanuary 17, 2013 at 1:35 PM

    Hi! I saw a link to your blog via Diana :-)

    That is such amazing news!!! I understand how you felt. I lost twins with Trisomy 16 and fell pregnant with a baby boy not long after and we spent the whole pregnancy just hoping he would arrive safely (I'd also had 3 miscarriages).

    And yes, you are not the only one that does that!

    KateM

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    1. Kaila MugfordJanuary 17, 2013 at 8:50 PM

      Thank you for reading, Kate! I tell people, this is never a group that I wanted to be a part of, but the community of mamas who've lost before is amazing. It just means so much more when you hear you baby is healthy after you know what it's like to hear otherwise.

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    2. AnonymousJanuary 22, 2013 at 1:49 AM

      It is a group no one wishes to be in :-( it is a wonderful community out there who are a great source of love and support. I spent a LOT of my pregnancy I disbelief that he would arrive safely. When he was born I remember asking the nurses if the baby crying was my baby. I even had a cry when we brought him home - I wasn't prepared for that!

      KateM

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