Last night I could barely sleep, I kept waking up and having weird dreams about today’s scan. Like Joni’s wellies were actually in there and Hugh Bonneville was my Dad.
I was unusually anxious before the scan and cried a bit in the waiting room. We went in and the sonographer spent ages looking at things and then told us she couldn’t get a good view of the face and we needed to walk around a bit and come back. So we did and she still couldn’t see the baby’s top lip. Even with a face on view of the baby she couldn’t see it. I asked about cleft lip and she said something about only telling parents about it to prepare them anyway and i’ll have a lot more scans anyway because I have consultant led care. We were told we’d have to come back in 3 weeks. 3 WEEKS!!!
Cue panic. Cue calling my Mum. Mummy to the rescue and we had another scan this afternoon – and everything was fine. Which was good because I would have been seriously worried for 3 weeks. Cue HUGE relief. It’s not that having a baby with a cleft lip would have changed how we felt about it or anything – but we just wanted to know. Of course you want your baby to be healthy – and if they’re not then you want to know, as much as you can, what you’re dealing with. Without imagining (googling) the worst.
A little scare later, definitely little in comparison to some others, we have a very healthy little baby growing nicely.
Who is a boy. A lovely son. Going to take a while to get used to that one!
(sorry photo was taken with my phone whilst in the moving car – Chris driving!)