It's been one week since we found out Mary Grace has so many problems. I am now 18 weeks and 4 days pregnant. I didn't think it could get worse than a diagnosis of Trisomy 18, but it can. Our genetic counselor called and the preliminary (FISH test) results are in and while the testing conditions were "suboptimal" according to our counselor, they found chromosomal abnormalities which they believe is Triploidy.
"While an extra copy of one chromosome (as in Trisomy 18- extra copy of chromosome 18) was very serious, an extra copy of every chromosome is far, far worse," our counselor told me. I let that sink in while I knelt on the floor in stunned silence. I was in the middle of prayer when the phone rang. Praying for healing, praying for the diagnosis not to be a Trisomy...and now, it's not.
She went on to explain that most Triploidy babies are miscarried in the first trimester, and it is rare that they carry on to the 2nd or third trimester, rarer still that a baby is born alive, and if so it will only live briefly after birth. There is nothing they can do to help the pregnancy, she added.
I got a little more information from her and then hung up. As if the last week hasn't already seemed like a reality that wasn't ours, now it feels even more surreal and clouded. I got online to look up more information and Mary Grace kicked me in the side, as if to say, "I'm still here!" I told her to keep fighting. We are going to pray our hearts out for you, Little One! God's plan may not be for a miracle, but that's not going to stop us from asking.
"Finally, be strong in the Lord and in His mighty power." Ephesians 6:10