Saturday, January 24, 2015

We nicknamed our baby, Bubbles - Jan 19th

Psalm 139
13 For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
14 I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful,
I know that full well.
15 My frame was not hidden from you
when I was made in the secret place,
when I was woven together in the depths of the earth.
16 Your eyes saw my unformed body;
all the days ordained for me were written in your book
before one of them came to be.
Today, we saw our Clinical Geneticist and Genetic Counselor. We prayed for peace and understanding as we met with the experts, and prayed for everyone involved in our care to be as thorough as they possibly can. Dr. B explained to us that they don't usually see a cystic hygroma beyond 7 or 8mm, which is already quite large, but to see a 17mm on an ultrasound could mean there might have been an error in the reading the sonogram. If there was no error, then miscarriage is highly likely. She explained that with any regular pregnancy, risk of chromosomal syndrome is 2-3%. With a cystic hygroma, our risk of a chromosomal syndrome increases to 50%. In addition to that, this diagnosis could be compounded with heart or skeletal defects, or a different type of medical condition, raising the pregnancy risk to at least 75%.

On one hand it is reassuring that it wasn't anything that we have done that could have caused this to happen, but on the other hand, we couldn't believe that this morbid coincidental circumstance has fallen upon us.

From what we learned about chromosomal syndromes, our child could have Downs, Trisomy 13, Trisomy 18, or Turners.
Trisomy 13, 1 in 5000 live births; if baby survives pregnancy, will have multiple organ defects and unlikely to survive beyond 1 years old.
Trisomy 18, 1 in 5000-10000 live births; if baby survives pregnancy, will have severe developmental delay, varying defects and unlikely to survive beyond 1 years old.

At this point, Downs or Turners compared to Trisomy 13 and 18 seems like a dream.

One thing we know for sure, is that we are guardians of the things on earth that God has granted to us. We respect the life He gives to us, and He knows when to take this life back to heaven with Him. We remember that although we may not be able to see our baby, or count the number of days he/she has, God already saw our baby's unformed body, knew how many hairs will grow, how many days baby will be on Earth, and already loves him/her. 

We are aware of the pain that DY and myself will experience whether I lose my baby through miscarriage or at birth, or if my baby has to endure multiple surgeries... although we cannot imagine how great this pain will be, how long it will take us to recover... but we need to keep thinking positive, and believing that good will come out of it all, and we are already seeing bits of God's grace and love ever since we received such bad news last week.

We proceeded with our ultrasound (U/S), first with the U/S student, then his preceptor, then the radiologist herself came in to take more pictures. When no one was in the room, I took sneak peaks at the sonograms, and I saw, in baby's profile, two enormous cysts extending from baby's forehead, to the neck, the back, towards the rump. I knew that there was no mistake in the first U/S, and if anything, the cyst looked bigger and unfortunately septated. In our research, we learned that septated (walled) cystic hygroma are more rare, and less likely to resolve than non-septated cystic hygroma. We didn't expect good news from the report.

When Dr. B saw us again to discuss the results, she asked if I had anything to drink or eat, if I wanted any juice or cookies... I said I was fine, but when we sat down, she insisted. I knew it was worse than she imagined. The radiologist reviewed all photos with her. Not only does the cystic hygroma appear as a cluster of grapes, measuring at 17.8mm, the radiologist had trouble viewing the end of the spine, and indicated that baby's limbs are shorter than they should be. This means baby possibly has some sort of skeletal dysplasia; sadly, majority of skeletal dysplasia are related to spontaneous gene mutations that are lethal for the developing baby. At this point, choosing a non-invasive screening blood test such as NIPT, which only detects Down's, 13, 18 with decent accuracy, is not really useful. My heart sank when Dr. B said the chances of miscarriage is higher than we thought before the U/S.

Tonight we shared such news and our decisions with both our parents and my little brother. My sister and DY's other brothers are in HK so we haven't had the chance to update them ourselves. We can see and hear sadness in their eyes and voices, and they wished nothing the best for us and reminded us to take it all one step at a time. 


Tonight I just cried out to the Lord, remembering an old song that we used to sing at church:
Psalm 121

1 I lift up my eyes to the mountains—
where does my help come from?
2 My help comes from the Lord,
the Maker of heaven and earth.

Broken, humbled, needing prayer warriors - Jan 16th



Psalm 23
A psalm of David.

1 The Lord is my shepherd, I lack nothing.
2 He makes me lie down in green pastures, he leads me beside quiet waters,
3 He refreshes my soul. He guides me along the right paths for his name’s sake.
4 Even though I walk through the darkest valley, I will fear no evil,
for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me.
5 You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies.
You anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows.
6 Surely your goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life,
and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.
It was not an easy day at work. Tonight was fellowship night, with worship in music and doing devotions about living feverently for God.

I thank God that in these circumstances, He reminded me of how great and mighty He is, as our small group prepared the devotion material... I got to be reminded of the truth about God through Pastor Francis Chan. God has this crazy love for us, that he would cleanse us of our sins by dying on the cross for us. Why are some of us today choosing to follow Him only because we think we can get what we want? Why are we not simply laying down all the things that we deem more important than him, and simply follow him because we are worth it?

I thank Him because although our baby has such a grim condition, my fear is not only for the baby's health, but also for my spiritual health - I feared that I would lose faith in God, that I would blame God, that I would choose my own ways to deal with my grief. And surprisingly, I did not have these feelings... maybe it was because I previously experienced what it was like to walk on my own without God, and it was the darkest days of my life - I realised that that was my biggest fear. And I need to know that no matter what circumstances or season of life I am in, God is worth following.

On our way home after work, before fellowship, DY showed me a testimony of a mother whose baby had cystic hygroma as well, and her journey of faith. She taught us to dare to ask God for healing, to hold on to God's promises, to remember that God loves us - that God loves the life that is growing inside me. As I read, DY and I could not hold back our tears.

Both DY and I have come to believe, deep in our hearts, that regardless of what happens, that God has the best for us. As human beings, we are limited in our knowledge, wisdom and foresight. We cannot fathom or fully understand the many reasons that God has for the way things have happened. If we miscarry, our baby returns to heaven sooner, where there is no weeping, no hurting, no pain. Being born is a miracle in and of itself. If we are able to carry our baby to term, but the little one has defects, then providing the special care and abundant love that he/she deserves is what we need to do, and we know full well that God will look after our child and our child will grow strong in God's love. If God takes away the cystic hygroma, then alleluia for this miracle and may more people come to know God through our miracle.

Despite our decision, we still ached for our child. We did not realise how much we actually love this unborn special being that's growing inside me, until we learned that we might lose him/her. We decided to share our news with our fellowship, because that is where our family is, people who have lavished us with their love and support, especially throughout the past year as they witnessed our marriage, and now our baby. Our brothers and sisters laid hands on us and DYu prayed for us. We asked for God's peace, mercy and healing.

That night, DY reminded me of the Desert Song. Truly we are in weakness, trial, pain and battle, and truly, God promised that no weapon/enemy can stand against us, that we are as precious to Him as His one and only Son, Jesus, that no matter the season of our lives, God is with us, in the hills and valleys of our lives. Therefore, we shall continue to rejoice in our suffering.


The Desert Song

Verse 2:
And this is my prayer in the fire
In weakness or trial or pain
There is a faith proved
Of more worth than gold
So refine me Lord through the flames

Chorus:
And I will bring praise
I will bring praise
No weapon formed against me shall remain

I will rejoice
I will declare
God is my victory and He is here

Verse 3:
And this is my prayer in the battle
When triumph is still on it's way

I am a conqueror and co-heir with Christ
So firm on His promise I'll stand


Bridge:
All of my life
In every season
You are still God
I have a reason to sing
I have a reason to worship

Grim grim evening on January 15th

So today, I am supposed to be 12+4 weeks with our precious baby. DY and I took the day off so that we could have our first trimester screening ultrasound of the baby. My spotting from when I was 6+4 until 9 weeks subsided, my pregnancy symptoms improved slowly but surely. We are young and healthy, everything should be okay. We were incredibly excited to see what our precious little life looks. The sonographer took a series of photos over 15 minutes, then called DY to come in so that we could take a look at our baby. SO CUTE. She showed us the anterior view and our little one was waving his/her hands. We couldn't be more excited. We immediately sent these photos to our parents via Whatsapp.

Hours after the ultrasound, I received a call that I never would have expected from my midwife. She told me the ultrasound identified abnormalities with our baby. I thought I heard her wrong. She continued to explain that the Nuchal Translucency measured 17mm (high normal is 3.4mm) and suggestive of a large cystic hygroma involving the head, neck and back. She went on to further inform me that because abnormality was detected so early in the pregnancy, our baby would have increase risk of Downs Syndrome and other chromosomal disorders up to 50%, heart defects, skeletal defects, and worse, fetal hydrops, in which the baby rarely survives the pregnancy; therefore they have already sent a referral to a high risk specialist and genetic counsellor.

I didn't know how to react but when DY asked me what was wrong, I couldn't hold back my tears any longer, and told him the news. We just held onto each other until I could stop sobbing. DY then proceeded to research various information that is far beyond his mathematical realm of terms and language.

Cystic hygroma occurs in 1 in 285 fetuses... 0.3% chance. We are that 0.3%.