Normally I am prepared for the worst or at least I am 99% of the time...I feel like I have learned to expect it and then just be pleasantly surprised if it doesn't happen. I am usually a nervous wreck before a doctor appointment, but the last few have gone so well and I feel Mason moving so often now that waiting to hear the heartbeat doesn't give me too much anxiety. I can even have my blood pressure taken at the beginning of the appointment (which we couldn't do before because it would be way too high).
I usually have an entire list of questions saved in my phone to go over with the doctor. This time I only had a few things on my mind so I didn't bother to write them down.
We had to wait for an extra half hour to see our doctor, but that was fine because he is worth it. My main question was just wanting to know about the results from the ultrasound. I wasn't really worried because our reason for having it was because Mason was measuring 6 weeks ahead and the ultrasound showed him only measuring 1 week ahead. I should have known there would be more.
As soon as Dr. B walked in I asked about the ultrasound and he got a weird look. I believe the only thing I said was "oh shit". He was tripping over his words, which was making me so paranoid. He was trying to explain that what they found could be nothing or it could be something, but it would be hard to explain, but he would do the best he could...I'm thinking just say it already!!!!
While they were checking his kidneys they saw that there was mild splitting of the renal sinus fat bilaterally. This measured 5.5mm on one side.
If you are anything like me you are thinking "say what"????
Dr. B explained that this isn't something they see often and there is not a lot of concrete information as to why this happens (awesome). He said it "could" just be that they happened to catch it in ultrasound before it was finished growing or that it could work itself out or that it won't be a problem at all. He said 9 out of 10 times it is nothing. I was like whoa wait stop right there, I hate statistics and 9/10 doesn't make me feel even the smallest bit better. He kind of laughed (in an appropriate way) and was like fair enough, no statistics for you guys!
I wanted to know worst case scenario what we were looking at. He was beating around the bush, but in a way that made me feel like we really shouldn't go there yet. The plan we have for now is this, do a repeat ultrasound in a few weeks and see if there are any changes. If things are not how they should be then we go see a specialist. Ugh. I am taking comfort in the fact that his kidneys and bladder seem to be functioning normally as of now. Dr. B. joked that he knew I was waiting for something to legitimately worry about. It did make me laugh because it's true, I am always expecting something to go wrong. Damn.
Brian was pretty quiet during all of this, but he did make the comment that he knew I would be "googling the shit" out of this. Yep, I am/will continue to do just that.
In other news Mason's estimated fetal weight is between the 75th and 90th percentile. No tiny baby here!
It was hard to remember the rest of my questions after that, but I was worried about whooping cough as it has been on the news lately. I asked if I should get a vaccine while pregnant. he wanted to talk with the center for disease control before giving me an answer, but said that Brian could get one now to be proactive...that woke Brian up ha ha.
I also asked about cord positioning as the ultrasound tech. wouldn't talk to me about it. She is normally very forthcoming so saying nothing about it made me worry. Dr. B. went and checked his computer and I was hoping he would tell me it looked good, but instead he was telling me that it changes so much and even if there was something, at this point delivering Mason early would put the him in danger for life long complications and he wasn't of the mind set that we take that risk for something that may or may not happen. This news certainly didn't make me feel better, but I also understand where he is coming from. I am also confident that he isn't going to take any chances with us or Mason so maybe it's okay that I don't know every little detail.
We went over how these next 8ish weeks will go. As we were getting ready to leave, Dr. B said that this was even harder than he expected it to be for us. He had told me in the very beginning that it was his goal to hear me say at one point during this pregnancy that I was enjoying it, he seemed to understand that the chances of that happening are slim to none now. He also made the comment that I was going to cry like a baby when he puts Mason in my arms, now that is a pretty safe bet!
I had to go the bathroom after our appointment and as I walked into the bathroom, I caught a glance of my face in the mirror. It was all kinds of red and splotchy (cute I know). I have always worn my feelings on my face, I can't help it. I was wondering how long it had looked like that, but I am guessing from the moment I uttered "oh shit" would be pretty accurate.
When I came out Brian was in the hall talking with our doctor and the ultrasound tech. She was making sure that she would be the one to get to do our ultrasound. She was telling the doctor that she feels protective over us and that we are "hers" to which our doctor commented back that we were "his". Nice to be fought over in this environment, more people in our corner the better! I also realized that our 20 minute appointment took an hour and a half...how did that happen?
So anyways that's the update...not one I was hoping for, but it could be worse. I am always grateful when I leave with no "new" worries and I wish this could have been one of those times!