Today is one of those days I’ll remember for the rest of my life. Despite the strength and peace that we have felt up until this point, today I was really nervous. At our appointment on Monday, the specialist found that Noah’s blood had begun to be affected by the way my body is attempting to attack the babies, and his “peak systolic velocity of the middle cerebral artery” was too high. Don’t ask me what that means. He told us that he would rescan on Thursday, and that we would most likely be looking at doing an intrauterine blood transfusion on Noah on Friday morning. The only way that we could avoid it would be if for some reason the level went down, which doesn’t happen.
I’m going to be completely honest and tell you that doing a blood transfusion on one of my sons while he’s still in my belly scares me. I have been really nervous since Monday, and we’ve been doing whatever we could to distract me from the fact that I really REALLY didn’t want to do this procedure, but I knew that the transfusion was safer than letting him continue to be attacked by my dangerous antibodies. If the only way out of it was for the levels to go down, then that’s what we would pray for….unlikely or not. I also did a whole lot of praying that I would be able to handle the transfusion when the time came, and that God would give me the same strength he’s been giving us the whole time… because I knew that even though we were praying for the levels to go down, God might have other things in mind.
I told Nate on the way to the appointment this morning that I was really ready for an occasion to leave that office with a smile on my face. I was really sick of always leaving that office in tears.
Well, let me tell you, friends… this morning I walked out of the office with a bigger smile on my face than I’ve had in a while. The doctor ran and re-ran the blood scans 6 different times because he couldn’t believe the results he was getting. Noah’s “peak systolic velocity of the middle cerebral artery” went down, and now his is in line with Barrett’s. Both of them are back within the “normal” range, and neither is currently classified as anemic. Neither will need a transfusion tomorrow.
The doctor just kept looking at it and had his nurse come back behind him and give her opinion as well. He finally said “I cannot explain this, other than to tell you that it’s divine intervention.” Nate and I just looked at each other and laughed, then I said “well that’s exactly what it is! We have had lots and LOTS of people praying specifically that these levels would go back down before today.” The doctor said, “well in that case, tell them all to start praying for me too, because those prayers are working!”
This doesn’t mean that we are totally out of the woods yet. The antibodies are still there, and they are still at risk for the levels to go back up. We could go back in on Monday morning and they could have changed again. But next week, I’ll be at 32 weeks, which is a major milestone for premature babies. If the levels rise again, we won’t be looking at intrauterine blood transfusions. Instead, they will deliver the babies and do a regular transfusion once they get here. Also, the chromosomal abnormality (skeletal dysplasia) with Barrett has not changed… we’re still praying for that as well. But for now, the boy’s blood is clean again and they are safe.
I dont know what went on in my body this week other than the fact that God not only protected Noah, but He cleaned up the damage to his blood that had already been done, which is amazing. He showed me that I dont have to be nervous, because He really is in control… And I needed that confirmation today more than I had realized.
God is so good. And you know what? If I had gone in and the doctor had told me that both boys levels were sky high, and that we were doing a double transfusion tomorrow, God would still be just as good. Nate and I would have praised and thanked Him just the same, because whether or not He answers our prayers the way we want Him to doesn’t change the fact that He’s the one in charge, and He knows what He’s doing. God is good all the time, transfusion or not…anemia or not…skeletal dysplasia or not.
But it sure is nice to be able to leave that office with a smile, even if it’s just this once.