W14D4 : The Scare

Two weeks ago, I took the Down Syndrome test for the baby. Two processes involved as it was a combined test:

1) Having a detailed scan and taking measurement of the thickness of the baby's neck - I was told that the baby's neck looks good. Anything below 3 is good. Our baby's neck measured 1.3. Alhamdulillah.

2) Drawing blood sample for some hormone test
My gynae told me the results would be back in two weeks and she'll give me a call once it's in.
True to her words, after two weeks, the results were in. I got a call from the nurse who told me that my gynae would like to see me earlier than my initial appointment date (for the usual check up) to discuss the test results. Shock waves! Panic attack!

I was worried - I asked if there was anything wrong, and the nurse calmly (clearly oblivious to the effect her call had on me) replied that my gynae would explain to me on the 13th of April. In other words she's telling me to wait another week to find out if the baby is ok. Plain madness. I replied that that's more than a week from now, and there is just no way I can wait that long, I'd probably die worrying. She conveyed my panic attack message to my gynae, then called back to say I could walk-in and see her immediately.

So P and I made our way to the hospital. P trying to calm me all the way. Was so sweet- I know he himself was worried, but kept it together for us. Thanks honey.

When we finally met her, the first thing she said was "Oh my God I must've gotten you worried sick!". To which I replied with a resouding "Yes!". Both of us were so glad when she finally broke the news and told us that everything was actually ok. There was just a slight variation to the results which she needed to explain face-to-face-cos it involved numbers, and which she couldnt do over the phone. That's why she changed the date of the appointment (to an earlier date), cos she didnt want me to wait so long for the results, and she couldnt schedule it anytime sooner than that cos she was going on leave. Relief!

So after all the anxiety attack, P and I were extremely thankful and grateful that the baby is ok, Alhamdullilah and Insya Allah.

That's the story of The Scare.

On a different note, it's day two without Veloxin, and unfortunately I had a queasy attack in the evening and vomitted dinner. Sigh.