Baby on Board

February 2, 2010 [578 views]

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We’re expecting our fifth! I am a few months into my pregnancy and feel great. Todd and I are just delighted that God has blessed us once again with another little one. When I start to doubt my mothering abilities, I have to sit and think He must think I’m doing a pretty good job to send us another one to join our bundle of babes. Many apologies to the few readers I do have, that I haven’t been blogging lately. I rarely find time to sit down at my laptop anymore to catch up on the latest online, let alone blog. I usually rely on my ridiculously convenient iPhone to read my emails and check Facebook.

So far, almost everything about this pregnancy has been great. I didn’t have morning sickness, which leads me to think I am probably having a girl, since I was utterly sick with my boys and not at all sick with my daughter. We’ll find out soon enough if my intuition is correct. The kids are very excited about the baby and it is fun to drag out the old maternity clothes. Oh, and it was fun to shop with my cousin this weekend for a few modern outfits, too:-).

Yep, it has been a great time, except for an annoying part of going to my doctor’s office and being repeatedly asked if I would like genetic testing. Mind you, this isn’t only because I am now officially “Advanced Maternal Age”! This has been my experience with every one of my pregnancies. My doctor is fantastic, but he works with a group that has a ton of high tech equipment that can apparently tell the parents with 95% certainty if they are having a baby with chromosomal defects. One of the other doctors is very proud that they have incredibly reduced the population of Down Syndrome babies by offering this testing to expectant mothers. When I told him I wasn’t going to have any testing, he was completely shocked. He actually said, “what! Why? No, really, I need to know why!” My reply was that my husband and I have never gotten the testing and that we feel that God will give us what we are meant to have. Then he proceeded to tell me that the THREE women that decided to carry on with their pregnancies were able to get the best care for their babies when they arrived. This would not help me at all. I wouldn’t have any further testing than the initial blood work and ultrasounds, because any further testing than that puts the baby at risk. So, what difference would it be for me to know there was a greater chance of having a baby with defects?

It just makes me sad to think of all the women that went along with the 95% chance. That means that 5% of them were told wrong and the rest were led to believe their chromosomal defective babies couldn’t provide any worth to our world and their souls are less valuable. I just wish people could trust Jesus more. After all, He never gives us more than we can handle.

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