Last Friday just kicked me in the teeth. From emotional low (normal dead baby bad day), to emotional low (failed social interaction), to a further emotional low (ambiguously worrisome current baby news).
I'd like to say thank you to everyone who emailed or left words of love and support. We still feel a bit low here, but it was a big encouragement to read your comments. In fact I keep rereading them to keep the bad vibes at bay.
Tomorrow I hope to call the doctor's office and get some questions answered. I just scribbled down what the doctor said when he called, and didn't have any questions formulated by the time he was done explaining. Along similar not-so-quick-thinking lines, I'm one of those people who, when insulted, will come up with the perfect comeback 3 hours later. It's a real helpful trait.
I have confidence the cysts will go away - my concern is not with them. They in themselves are not harmful. I know we are probably overreacting in feeling so concerned about this eensy chance in their association with d.s. We just feel burned by the percentages in having an unknown complete placental abruption and our daughter being stillborn. Although we have a 99% chance that these cysts indicate nothing in regards to our baby's chromosomal development, we know all too well that being good, or having the right faith, or having positive thoughts doesn't give us immunity. I'd have liked to think that I could play my dead baby card and get a free pass, but I guess that's not how this game is played.
Your thoughts, prayers, vibes, etc. are greatly appreciated. And I do promise some art this week...enough of these rambling words :)