Exactly three months ago, on July 17th, we found out that something was seriously wrong with our precious baby. To make matters worse, my husband had to leave for South Korea the very next day... and being labeled a "high risk pregnancy" meant that there was no way that I would be able to go with him.
We were shocked. Horrified. The doctors told us to hope for the best but to prepare for the worst. At that point, they weren't even sure if our baby would survive. Suddenly, I was on my own, trying to dismantle the bomb that had just been dropped into our perfect little world, while my husband was thousands of miles away.
Sometimes, it's almost impossible to remember what life was like before all of this, when I was unaware of my son's condition. Like most other women, I just assumed that everything was fine, and that my baby was healthy. I did everything "What to Expect" told me to to- so why wouldn't my baby be healthy? Naively, I thought that most birth defects were the mother's fault. Well, as it turns out, I was wrong. Bad things can happen- even to those who follow the rules.
I miss my husband. A lot. But, surprisingly, I don't really miss those early weeks of my pregnancy. Everything that little Elliot and I have been through since his diagnosis has opened my eyes to a whole other world. There are THOUSANDS of birth defects that most people don't even know exist. I, for one, had never even heard of gastroschisis... until my son was diagnosed with it.
This whole ordeal has made me a stronger person, and it has only made me love my little boy even more. And, most importantly, it has made me more aware. In the future, if God blesses me with another child, I don't think I will take one moment of that pregnancy for granted. Because, really, with all the things that could go wrong, it's a small miracle to be lucky enough to have a completely normal pregnancy.