I'm breathing a sigh of relief as I am currently classified as a Low Risk, High Risk patient. The baby passed the NT scan with flying colors although it took a while to get the necessary measurements. With the blood results that the nurse called me with today, risk for Downs is 1:560 and risk for Trisomy 18 is 1:10,000. She told me I'm considered Low Risk (for a high risk patient).
Another successful milestone! Thank you God!
The NT scan itself was a lot of fun. Fun? you ask??? Well yes, since my friend LH came with me, it was fun. LH always makes me laugh!
The NT scan is an abdominal ultrasound. I was so excited to 'graduate' from the Wand. But of course, it also requires a full bladder. Mine was full, but needed to be a little more full. So I kept drinking water. The baby was fun to watch and the tech took lots of pictures. She was really sweet and very positive, immediately telling me that everything looked good, although the doctor had to come in to log the actual measurements.
There are 3 doctors in this office and 2 were out unexpectedly with the flu. One poor doctor was covering ALL of the appointments that day. The only part of me that minded the extra wait was my bladder. But when he finally came in he was very personable and spent plenty of time with me.
Problem was, the babe didn't want to cooperate. He couldn't get the right angle to get the measurements. While I have always had a really strong bladder, I was starting to suffer, especially since trying to get the baby to move included pressing hard on my belly. Might I add, LH was getting a kick out of this whole experience, her youngest is 7 so it's been a while since she's been through this. He finally gave me the option of filling my bladder more (not possible) or relieving my bladder and doing a vagi.nal ultrasound.
I estimate that I've had at least 100 vaggie ultrasounds in the last 2 years. If he was going to let me go to the bathroom, bring on Wandy!
So that's what we did. Except it was the strangest vaggie ultrasound I've ever experienced. Even from that vantage point, he was not getting the angle he needed. So besides pressing on my abdomen there was also poking with the Wand (back & forth - you get the picture). At this point, I realized how inappropriate this would be in any other situation and I couldn't contain my giggles. Once I started laughing, LH started laughing too. I won't go into further detail on this as my MOTHER sometimes reads this blog, hi Mom!
The good thing is that there was so much talking and joking going on the entire time between the tech, doctor, LH and me, that the reason for our added laughter was not obvious although I think the tech caught on.
Finally, the doctor got the positioning he needed for the measurement and all was good.