Hello again! Ok, so I know this post is LONG overdue,
but to be real with you…blogging makes me nervous!!! I’m not a writer and I
feel like the stuff I post doesn’t make sense, or people are going to get bored
with what I have to say. I usually postpone my post until my husband finally
says, you REALLY need to blog tonight (and gets a little pushy). So here I am.
I hope and pray during the next few months I get the courage to blog a little
more. To tell you how we’re feeling that week, let you know how doctor’s
appointments go and to keep you updated on how we’re preparing ourselves.
Lets rewind a little bit. On December 15, we had
our first ultrasound, since our diagnosis, with Dr. Fareed (our specialist). I
wasn’t really sure what to expect. I guess I thought I was really going to be
able to see what Truett looked like. Maybe get a glimpse of what he will look
like at birth, see exactly what they mean when they say the words “no skull”.
I’m not sure. I do know that Harry and I were both anxious, very anxious; hoping
and praying for a miracle.
The tech performed our ultrasound, as she did
last appointment. She took tons of pictures! She would tell us everything she
was seeing, and of course we could see too, sort of. I don’t know how those
people read those things!! She would say, “oh, heres a leg, do you see that?”
We’d reply, “nope, don’t see a leg!” Haha. It really is amazing though what
they can see. We just trust what they are telling us. After she took pictures
for about 30 minutes, she left and Dr. Fareed came in. She didn’t have a whole
lot to say. And I mean that in a good way. She asked us if we had any questions
for her, which at the time we were just nervous and processing so our answer
was no. She explained that nothing had changed but other than that everything
looked perfect. We had some small talk for a couple minutes, and then we were
on our way.
Once she left, I don’t remember exactly what
Harry said, but something along the lines of him being disappointed that there
wasn’t a miracle. I know he was upset, but he didn’t show it. As much as I was
devastated we didn’t get this “amazing news”, we really did. Everyone always
says, how worse can it be? Oh, it could be a lot worse. I would have been
devastated to hear something like, your baby also has this or that, or this is
wrong so we’re going to have to deliver today. I am grateful that I get to continue
to carry Truett for three and a half more months. I am grateful that he is
happy and growing inside of me. I am grateful that thus far I have had a
normal, healthy pregnancy. I am grateful for the kicks I get to feel each and
every day. Things can always be worse, so for that appointment, I am
grateful.
Ever since I have known about the diagnosis, I
have really tried to just not make it a big deal and sort of keep quiet. I
don’t want the attention; although I am SO SO SO thankful for all that has been
done for us so far. So when I started think about how we would “reveal the baby’s
gender”, I wasn’t really sure. I had mixed feelings about it all. I knew I didn’t
want a big shindig, but I didn’t want to ignore that the fact that I am
pregnant either. With all that being said, as you know from the pictures, we
had a small gender reveal party at my brother and sister in law’s house for
family the next evening. It was such a sweet time with family and LOTS of
laughs. Our little Reindeer (Christmas themed, red for girl, green for boy)
Scratch Off’s revealed that baby Hatcher #2 was going to be a BOY! We both
thought it was a boy all along, but confirming it we were both thrilled! Truett
Michael Hatcher is on his way peeps!
Love and hugs to each of you! <3
Kristen
Here are a couple pictures from the gender reveal party:
