Typically, there is something exciting about February 29, right? It's Leap Day - and extra day in the year to spend doing something fabulous. February 29, 2012 found me in Austin, TX for a Health Care conference and Jason at the airport, on his way to Des Moines, IA for a wrestling event. I had just had my 20 week ultrasound 2 days prior.
I checked my phone between sessions and found a message from my doctor on my voicemail. I called Jason and told him I was a little bit freaked out because typically the doctor doesn't call - it's the doctor's office staff. I never understood the statement, "my life changed with a phone call" until I called her back.
She told me that the ultrasound results looked "abnormal." Of course, I wanted to know what that meant. I could tell the doctor was hesitant to tell me over the phone, but she told me that she wanted me to see a specialist - a "perinatal" - to look more closely at our baby's development. She was especially concerned with the size of the ventricles of her brain.
"What is that an indication of?" I asked.
And then she said the life-changing statement that still haunts me... "We think your baby has fetal hydrocephalus."
After hanging up, I googled hydrocephalus on my phone and read all sorts of extremely scary things about it. I called Jason shortly after and told him the news. I think we were both in shock and weren't sure what to do or say to eachother. The fact that neither one of us was home and that we were so far apart from each other made the situation even more difficult and we both suffered in silence for the next several days until we could be together and confirm the diagnosis.
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