I am warning squeamish readers that it is pretty scifi, but I am obsessed.
A few months ago I pondered aloud what Girly McBaby might look like since Pete and I are opposite looking humans, and were opposite looking babies. I sought answers on the internets, and the highly scientific result was a pretty terrifying looking demonchild.
This super blurry ultrasound of her face a few months ago seemed to confirm that- see those lips? I have very little lip to speak of and especially did not as a baby. Can’t see anything but cotton candy clouds? Let me demonstrate.
I know we are really stretching it here, but use your imagination.
We had a tough few days around here last week. On Thursday I went in for my bi-weekley doctors appointment to check in on GMcB, and one of the tests that checks for anemia came back high. I cancelled the trip up to Austin and was told to come back in the next day to see if they were still high or if they had leveled out. Friday her readings were still high, but hadn’t increased at all which indicated that they weren’t spiking and she wasn’t in any immediate danger. The doctor’s told me to relax over the weekend and then come in again on Monday for an echocardiogram to make sure that these elevated readings weren’t an indication of a problem developing in her heart.
Thanks to my amazing doctors/nurses, friends/family, and all of you guys we have maintained a pretty positive attitude throughout these past few months. I have focused on staying excited about how lucky we are to be having a McBaby, and not wallow in her complications. But last week I got overwhelmed. There is still so much about her condition that is unknown- and will be unknown until she is born and they can actually assess her, and imagining our little baby having to face another issue- this time with her heart was just too much.
I cried and cried and started to feel my resolve waning a bit.
Then Monday I went in for my echo and praise the LORD there were no signs that her heart was in trouble. I went back to my OB for another scan, and her mca readings had leveled out a bit. I started to feel relieved, but still majorly beat up after being so worried for the past few days.
Then, as we have been so fortunate to experience repeatedly throughout our pregnancy, I was lifted up by the kindness of strangers. Well not really strangers, Tamera, our ultrasound lady who I have spent many hours with in a dimly lit room, offered to show us a peak of Girly McBaby’s face. We had tried a few times, but she has always been facing my back or had her hands over her face.
There she was, in all her precious glory!
I mean I know that is super crazy and scifi that they can see that, but for me, a mama who was starting to lose a little hope, it’s the most beautifullest thing I have ever seen.
I needed this reminder that while her condition is serious, it is only a small part of this gift we are receiving. I am not giving birth to a sacrococcygeal terratoma, but a precious baby girl. Seeing her just re-energized me and made me know that I could keep going another month, even with all of the stress and the ups and downs.
Not to mention, oh my gosh! That is what our baby looks like!! WHAT!??!?
I have gathered some baby pics of me and Pete so you can decide for yourself who she looks more like…
And that, is me. With the mounds of black hair.
Who do you think Girly McBaby looks more like…?
In all fairness, the mouth could still be Pete’s, you can’t really tell because the umbilical cord is blocking it in the picture.
But I am pretty sure I am giving birth to my little twinkie.
What do you think??