A friend of ours that we'd not spoken to in a while piped up that they were expecting their third child. At the time, we were still due on the 24th Nov and we were astounded to find out they were due the same day! He added that his missus is high-risk and that their second had "come out the sunroof" so this one probably would too, so I assumed they would be celebrating before us... and then we got put forward by 8 days
so we considered the race to still be on.
They came online the other day so we asked about their LO... turns out that s/he has a heart problem that was picked up at the 20w scan. They'll need an open heart operation at 4 days old, and if they survive that (1 in 5 die) another op at a couple of months, and a third when they're about 4 years old.
It broke my heart. I'm still teary over it. I keep hugging my belly and thinking we're so damn lucky to be having a perfectly healthy little troll. I was feeling guilty even, about our baby being healthy and theirs maybe not living past 4 days, or having a reduced life expectancy if they do survive the op (oldest surviving sufferer of that heart condition is (was?) 50). The guilt I know as being a normal response and it's passed, but I'm still quite shocked by it.
I thought I'd never take anything for granted when we made the decision to move back to the UK, but I've been taking it for granted that the troll is healthy all this time... eish.
Just needed to get that out there.
Back on track, DH reckons that (apart from bump) I've lost weight... I wasn't exactly small to start with (BMI 34 pre-preg, lost 7kg in 1st tri, up 3kg on booking weight as of 24w), but I do worry that maybe troll isn't getting enough
something, you know? Will be in at the docs next week (possibly for another jab in the hips as the right one has been acting up again) so will weigh in again then...
Hope everyone is having a smooth day so far