Today was the first time I've met with my OB/GYN since the initial diagnosis. On the day of our ultrasound he wasn't in the office so I met with another doctor in the office. On Friday it was specialists from the hospital. Today it was him.
While Tim and I have accepted this as Heavenly Father's plan for us, I still break down and cry every time I start to talk about it. I'm an emotional person to begin with, add in that I'm pregnant, and then on top of that, it's just a tear-inducing situation. So, of course, as soon as my doctor walked in I started to cry. It was a little awkward because he had a high school intern with him.
I only had a few more questions for him this time because I got most of my initial questions answered by the perinatologist at the hospital. We did talk again about the options that we have in this situation. I let him know that we want to continue on with the pregnancy.
We then talked about when we would induce labor. Because these babies rarely cause spontaneous labor on their own, it's basically up to the patient and the doctor. Before going in to the doctor's office I had thought about when I thought was a good time. It was a combination of safety, convenience, and just what seemed good. It ended up being around my 35 week mark. Before I told the doctor that he suggested 34 weeks and I told him I had been thinking around 35 weeks. He said, "let's do it!" So that's our new goal: deliver a breathing baby at 35 weeks.
My doctor is also LDS, in fact he's a Bishop currently, and we talked a little about the spiritual aspects of this entire situation. As I read more stories of others who have gone through similar situations before, I become more and more grateful about the fact that everyone has told us that it's our decision to make and they will support us in whatever we decide. Some families have had to fight their doctors on their decisions. I feel that this is a huge blessing that the Lord has given us at this time.