The baby is looking a little worse than last week, but isn't looking bad enough yet to warrant anything invasive, or anything resembling a needle. After an hour long ultrasound (I never actually thought I would be ready for one of those to be over), we spoke to the Super Specialist. He wouldn't go into too many "What if" details, which was kind of annoying because I had my list of 200 "what if" questions. However, John says when dealing with pregnant people ("who aren't quite normal") it is probably the best course of action. And, it probably is, because I am already churning through anything negative I did hear.
Basically, I am to go back for in-depth ultrasounds every week for at least the next 4 weeks. Another month of not knowing? This is just painful. The statistics say that we have a 50% chance of not needing any intervention, and the baby will just get better on its own. Then, there is a 50% chance that the anemia will get to a bad enough point that we'll need a transfusion or two. And, of those 50%, half of them do well, and half of them do not. So, the way I look at it, we have a 75% chance that everything will turn out okay in the end. Unfortunately, there is also a slight chance (1 in 1000) that they baby will just be so badly infected with the virus, and not from the anemia, that it will have long term problems. They can't treat the infection, they can only treat the anemia. I didn't realize this was a possibility until today. This is the piece of negative stuff that I cannot shake from my brain. I must shake it though. I must have faith that things will all work out well in the end. My immune system is somehow fighting the virus off for the baby (or something like that). Go Katie's immune system. Whoop some parvovirus ASS!
So, no more updates until next week. For now we're going to try to relax and enjoy having Jo Anne here. Becca is in heaven with all the attention and all the Cinderella toys, clothes and DVDs emerging from Gee Gee's suitcase!
Hospice files: P. goes home
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