The Second Ultrasound
We jumped in the car excited to see our little nugget for the second time. We had just passed the 20 week mark, half-way there! Everything was going well, and I was happy to be out of the first trimester. I didn't have any strange aches, pains, or symptoms, in fact I was feeling much better.
Our very nice ultrasound tech began the appointment, taking measurements and photos. She pointed out the clearly defined profile: forehead, nose, and chin. Never having had another pregnancy, I wouldn't have noticed if we were in there longer than the typical 20 week ultrasound. My over observant self just picked up on a few things that didn't sit well with me. First of all, our tech seemed pretty chatty, almost too chatty. It made me feel like she was trying too hard to hide something. Second of all, as she recorded the heartbeat, I noticed that the rhythm was not steady- there were moments of longer pauses and moments of more rapid beats. I wanted to chalk it up to the one cup of caffeinated coffee I was allowed per day. The last thing that made me feel as though something just wasn't right was actually on our walk out of the appointment. Our tech just kept saying, "congratulations!" over and over, as if she was subliminally saying this may be the last time you'll hear this so I want to make sure you feel good before your doctor calls you with life altering news. Again, I couldn't help but feel like she was overcompensating. I kept these feelings to myself, and we rode back home as if everything was normal.
In just a few short minutes after walking in the door, I see my OBGYN is calling me on my cell. I knew it, I thought. Here we go.
"There was a spot on the kidneys. It's probably nothing, but I'm going to send you to the high risk office to get an ultrasound done there to rule everything out."
I calmly relayed the news to my husband, only then revealing how I felt about the appointment. We set a date to meet with the High Risk doctor, and nervously waited to find out what was going on.