It's that time- a time of preparation for the 'BIG' mid-pregnancy ultrasound. If you are reading this right now, chances are you know exactly what I'm talking about:
It's the ultrasound that changed all of our lives forever.
If you can imagine, having lost our twin son, Eli, to multiple anomalies associated with his SB/Hydro (ultimately they diagnosed him after birth with Chiari 3 malformation, where they thought it was Chiari 2 in-utero), here we are scared lifeless. We have a healthy twin son, Walker, at home, the memories of Eli, the failed dream of our twin boys, a miracle pregnancy (without fertility drugs), and 2 lifeless parents who have dreaded the day of this upcoming appointment for a baby that we carry.
On August 7th of this year, we celebrated the Project E.L.I. Documentary Premiere (documentary on SB that was renamed after our son after his passing)(more on that soon), as the next day, August 8th marked the 1-year anniversary of our son's death. It was a weekend of highs and lows. I hadn't been feeling well for several days but blamed it on grief. I thought what I was feeling was grief. Boy was I in for quite the surprise.
But something miraculous happened that day as we locked ourselves in our home and turned off our phones. We took a pregnancy test with many doubts, considering our twins were invitro twins. But to our surprise, it was positive. We fell to the floor in disbelief that joy was being brought to us on the saddest day of our lives. The test the next day was positive, and the next day: positive, and even the next day: it was positive too (you get the point!)