I have been meaning to update my blog for many weeks, but as some of you know, life has taken a few unexpected turns since the latter part of April.  I will do my best to relate some of those events in the most chronological order that I can recall them.

First of all, my wife and I welcomed our third child into the world on April 25, 2013.  This was a glorious occasion, but unfortunately it was 5 weeks ahead of schedule.  Samuel turned out to be fine, spending only a few days in the Special Care Nursery due to blood sugar and body temperature issues.  He is doing great as I write this and is enjoying some quality time with grandparents in West Virginia.  The fact that our newborn child is currently in another state while his mother and I are not probably lends itself to some unfortunate foreshadowing.

At the onset of the pregnancy, Leah had severe morning sickness.  This was soon followed by high blood pressure.  This was our first clue that baby number 3 was going to be a boy.  Leah had high blood pressure with our first but nothing with our second.  The only difference . . . number one was a boy and number two was a girl.  Due to Leah’s age, which she is not embarrassed to share but I will be scared discreet, we were recommended from a regular OBGYN office to one that specialized in high risk pregnancies.

Our first sign of trouble with Samuel came around week 20 of the pregnancy.  All issues had been normal up to that point.  We had traveled this same road twice before, so all of the landmarks were familiar to us.  Leah made it through the morning sickness of the first month and the onset of fatigue starting about the tenth week.  During the twentieth week visit, we were given the news that our third was most certainly a boy!  We were also informed that Leah had a condition known as placenta previa.  There was also a small calcium deposit discovered in Samuel’s heart, which we were informed was a soft marker for Down’s syndrome (DS, henceforth).

As you can imagine, we left that doctor’s appointment stressed and uncertain about the future.  My wife’s first two pregnancies were not without their problems, but there was nothing on this level of shock and awe that so quickly deflated our sails and had us turning to God for answers.  We did feel the need, while in the doctor’s office, to make our intentions clear that no matter the risk of DS or any other complications that termination of pregnancy was NOT an option.

There will be some readers who will believe mentioning abortion in this context is not necessary; however, I believe our [my wife and I] personal experiences, including this last pregnancy argue otherwise.  Let me explain in a bit more detail.  My wife’s first two pregnancies were normal for all intents and purposes.  There were no major complications and no implications that there would be any problems with our children prior to birth or afterwards.  In each instance, we were advised by someone on staff of our options for abortion should anything be wrong with the life growing inside of Leah.  These special talks and options became so persistent during Leah’s second pregnancy that we finally had to tell the staffers that we did not wish to hear anymore about terminating the pregnancy under any circumstance.

With such trials during healthy pregnancies, the onslaught of reminders for termination or tests to insure a healthy baby was nearly deafening.   We were of course concerned about our child’s health and future, but none of these concerns were ever tempered with a thought of termination.  Doctors asked us to speak to a geneticist to determine our chances for a DS birth and even more options for termination or intervention.  We refused on the grounds that regardless of the chances for DS, abortion was never going to be an option we were going to choose.  Much to our chagrin, we were forced to meet with the geneticist anyway.  Leah’s chances for a DS birth were determined to be 1:175.

At this point and as an aside to the current post, I must admit that I have to fight off nausea when I think about the children that have been murdered because there was the slightest chance of DS or other genetic disorder.  How many have been murdered because they did not fit the world’s view of normal or better yet socially acceptable?

Anyway, after the twentieth week ultrasound and check up, we are scheduled for another ultrasound to check for the possibility of another condition known as placenta accreta.  This condition was much more serious and little did we know how it was going to shape the coming months of our lives.