Oh my sweet little boy,
today (Aug 9) your dad and I got some of the worst news. We had that second ultrasound done, and it was about as bad as it could be. The Doctor told us you likely had something called Trisomy 13. She didn't seem to think there was much hope for you, but couldn't know for sure until more tests were done. We had the choice of doing an amniocentesis, but there were too many risks with that. We had a blood test done instead. There's a good chance that whatever it comes back with, will tell us what you have.
The doctor asked us if we wanted to end my pregnancy. We told her no. God gave you to us, and it's our job to take care of you until God decides to take you home. We don't know how long that will be, but it's not our decision. You are perfect, and wonderful, and loved, and we won't cut that short simply because we're scared.
As long as you're inside of me, I know you are safe and warm. So you just stay put as long as you can, and your dad and I will our best to make sure you have everything you need to do as well as you can.
The doctor said that most of the time babies like you don't live very long after they are born, but she also said that the problems we saw are not life threatening. That's a good thing. It means you might have a chance. I know this means that my hopes for "the perfect birth at the perfect location" are out the window, but you know what? I don't really care. I just want to do what I can for you to give you the best possible chance. Some of the reading I've done says that when the parents fight for their kids, they have a better chance of surviving for longer. So that's what we're going to do. We're going to make sure that you have the best care possible, for the best possible life. We both love you so much, sweet boy. Anything can happen, but we want you to know that we're going to follow your lead and do our best to provide for you.
Love,
Mom
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