The Question

Swiss cheese. That's what my unborn kid's chest looks like. Today we went for our second of many weekly sonograms to keep tabs on his lung cysts and, even to the untrained eye, the multitude of negative spaces populating his chest cavity are terrifying. But, the doctor reassured us that this was to be expected. These things get worse before they get better. Totally reassuring, doc. I'm left feeling completely at ease. Um, no...

But, his heart still beats. His brother has spun around so that they are face to face. I'd like to think this was on purpose, to lend some comfort. Seeing that they are now both head down explains a lot of the aching I've been feeling in my lower pelvis for the past few days. One mystery explained.

I try not to be scared. What would be the point? There's nothing I can do about it. Just wait and see. Trust the doctors. Go to my appointments. Hope for the best. Put it out of my mind and focus on other things. But, it's always there, looming. The question. What if it all goes horribly wrong?