The day we found out...... July 28th ish

At 19 weeks pregnant Kevin and I were so excited at the possiblity of finding out if we were having a boy or a girl. We brought along our 4 year old in hopes he would be more excited about the baby. Up to that point everytime we asked if he wanted a baby brother or sister he promptly answered "no". As the technician went through the scan I had the sinking feeling something was wrong. She concentrated on the brain, the blood flow, and the abdomen for a long time. Her face was in a scowl. With my other 2 kids they always said things like "Oh look at her face" or "I see a leg, another leg, and uh thats not a leg". She was dead silent. She asked "Have you already had your AFP test?" I answered yes. Then she asked "When do you see your doctor?" I said right after the scan. I wanted to be wrong so I asked "Can you tell if it is a boy or a girl?" She quickly said "I think it is a girl". Then she asked us to go to the waiting room and wait for our appointment. I told Kevin "There is something wrong, something is not right, she acted "different" when she was doing the scan." Kevin said I was just worrying too much. I do worry alot about everything, so I tried to push the feeling aside. They called us back, and the doctor entered the room. No smile, no nice greeting. She said "I am Dr. Bouchard nice to meet you." Then she said that she didn't have good news. She said they thought they saw enlarged ventricles in the brain, there is a 2 vessel cord, and the baby had a hole in the diaphragm. I looked at Kevin, his jaw was hung open. I already had tears streaming down my face. She was still talking but I wasn't listening. I had to ask her again what they saw. She said they would refer us to a specialist to confirm what was seen in the ultrsound they had just done. We were shocked and confused. I didn't know what to think. We got home not knowing what to tell our older kids. My daughter Kylie kept asking "What is it boy or girl?" At this point that was the furthest thing from our minds. Something was wrong with our baby. We both got on the internet and looked up 2 vessel cord and diaphragmatic hernia. What we found was even more devastating than we thought. Basically, that both of these are generally soft markers for other defects or conditions and most are not compatible with life. We read and read and cried all night. I wanted to crawl in a hole and not come out. We decided to go to bed and wait for the call from the specialist for an appointment. Plus, we were picking up Alex from the airport, he was coming home from a summer visit with his mom. So we went to bed devastated.