I've been having my weekly ultrasounds because of the whole Fifth Disease thing. They'd been going just fine. In fact, they were getting downright boring. Just a quick check of the brain and spine and I was out the door, without showing me many cute little baby images. I figured we were out of the woods. But, then yesterday some stuff showed up that is a concern. The baby has increased blood flow to the brain, which is an early sign of anemia, and has something with the bowels that is a sign of a virus. So, bascially, the baby has the parvovirus (Fifth Disease) infection now.
Which, everyone totally told me would NOT happen. The specialist yesterday said, "We rarely ever see it get to this point." (Wow. That is most decidedly NOT reassuring.) And now I get to spend the next week freaking out while waiting to be seen at the "Center for Advanced Fetal Care" (the specialists' specialist?) where they are talking about cordocentesis, where they sample some blood from the umbillical cord with a really long needle, and possibly a blood transfusion into the umbillical cord. My appointment isn't until next Wednesday, which is WAY too far away.
Last night at my choir concert I had nonstop Braxton-Hicks contractions for about three hours straight. Is the fetus pissed off about all the clanging music? The virus? The poor little baby! I'm trying to remain calm and not let myself go to the "what ifs." If you have any words of advice on how to do that, let me know, because I am working REALLY hard to stay positive!
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