yours sincerely, the clinical genetics dep't.
"The cause of her demise was early onset cardiomyopathy."
Commonly referred to as DCM. The knew from day one what was wrong with her heart. They credited my instincts for sensing something was off, for bringing her to the A&E that morning. I was worried about her loss of appetite. Never in my worst nightmare did I envision we'd end up riding to the children's hospital in the back of an ambulance by mid afternoon.
They also told us that day that they would likely never be able to tell us the underlying cause.
Unacceptable. Horrifyingly unfair. You are DOCTORS. Giving me the information I need to help her get better is your JOB.
We had absolutely zero control over the situation from that point forward. She struggled for the next week before we lost her after the longest night of our lives.
"I am pleased to let you know that again, no abnormality was identified. Whist this is good news, it leaves us with an uncertain situation once again."
That's it? That's ALL you can give me? After a year of candidly discussing how much of her DNA was left, your desire to preserve the precious reserves in the event that some discovery was made? THAT IS MY BABY you're talking about in goddamn remaining measurements, for the love of all things remotely sensitive.
"We have tried to explore the possible options as to the aetiology of the cardiomyopathy identified in Sadie and we remain without a definitive answer."
Then honestly? What the fuck ARE you good for. Honestly.
"This means that we are left with a small residual risk of similar problems happening again in any future pregnancy."
A small residual risk. How do I wrap my head around 'a small residual risk' as it applies to the life of my child? I can wear a helmet. I can tell him to put a condom on. I can wait for a green light before crossing. What can I do to mitigate the risk of going through it all over again? Much more importantly, putting another child through it all over again?
"I would advise you to contact me when you confirm a pregnancy at home in order to enable me to arrange the relevant scans for you."
Well if I were you Honey, I wouldn't go out and buy stocks of Clear Blue Easy any time soon. Trojan, perhaps?
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I'm going through a bit of a bitter phase lately. I hate that I still get angry at the world, but it's still there, simmering right under the surface. It gets worse the more I put pressure on myself to gather the proverbial balls and start taking folic acid.
I like my questions to be answered, and I typically 'need' to make my decisions from an informed point of view. If I'm being really honest, I regularly wonder why it couldn't have happened to someone else. Someone awful and cruel. Someone who 'deserved it'.
Without the control I would normally exercise in another paramount life situation, I am left feeling weak. Feeling weak piques my temper. I'm not proud of this, but there it is. As I work to not let it seap through the seams to stain the relationships in my life, I wonder how thousands of other parents in our situation have learned to deal with the same situation.
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I think this time around I am asking for help.
I would really, really love to hear from parents who have been through experiences with genetic counselling, whether your results were definitive or inconclusive, like ours.
I would really, really love to hear from parents who went on to have more children despite the risk of a recurring condition.
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If your loss was due to a potentially genetic condition, how did you deal with the decision to try again? Were you able to put the stats from your mind and forge forward with hope? What did you find helped you in the process?


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We decided to try before the testing was completed and we're happy with that decision, since even though the tests were completed, we don't have complete information. Science, specifically genetics for us, has proven to be no science. Had we waited for answers, we'd still be waiting. I am four months pregnant and it is terrifying to not know whether the baby will be afflicted by this lethal disease. Because of the negative gene tests, we couldn't test this baby, and are relying completely on ultrasound. The stats are always at the forefront of my mind, but so are glimmers of hope, and I don't think they'll ever be mutually exclusive. On bad days, I'm convinced this baby will die. On good days, I think maybe it'll be different this time. The only thing that has helped me is my unyielding desire to bring home a healthy baby, to make my son a big brother, the support of my husband, and that of my babylost mama friends who are pregnant again.
I wish you strength on this journey, it's exhausting and scary. And I'm here if you ever want to vent about anything and everything genetic. And I'm so sorry for the loss of Sadie and the lack of answers. It's fucking frustrating, to say the least.
I was given a 60% chance that preeclampsia would recur in any subsequent pregnancy. If it did recur, it would be fatal to the baby 50% of the time.
So, in sum: 40% chance of no preeclampsia; 30% chance preeclampsia, but the baby would survice; 30% chance of another loss.
Those odds were just too high for me to bear, so we worked with a surrogate. If that option hadn't been available, there is no way I would have ever had another child.
They never got a hit. The genetics specialist thinks it's a never-been-seen-before autosomal recessive, which gives us a 1:4 chance of this outcome again. Everyone else now seems to think it was a freak infection or placental problem circa 25 weeks, which gives us anywhere from low (2-5% recurrence) to meh (as high as 10% recurrence). Neither side can prove their case.
When they first told me this, a year after she died, I was angry. Now to be honest, I feel kinda badly for them and the medical profession as a whole. I realize now that diagnostic screens and tests and such are really great if you kinda know what you're looking for. If you're just looking for the needle in the haystack -- even if the haystack is an MRI or sequenced DNA -- you ain't gonna find it.
And the real crapper is as bad as her issues were, they're not visible on u/s. I was examined 14x through 32w. If we have another child, we'll know if she'll live at birth.
Obviously, I haven't done much on this front because . . . SCARY. Dude. On the other hand, I've kinda taken the ho-hum, mellow, basic law of probability attitude that should we get pregnant again, either it will happen, or it won't. One or the other. So I don't focus too much on all the little number crunching in between. At times I wonder if I've so overthought this, I've crushed my gut irreparably.
Sometimes you can't know until you do. This really fucking sucks this limbo, Jen. I know it too well. Zero judgment from me, you have my full support going forward no matter what you decide to do. And you should have this support from your genetics team and obstetric people too.
After giving birth to a baby with a congenital diaphragmatic hernia (without any other health conditions), our chances of a future child having the same defect go up to 2%. Which may seem like good odds, but it's still terrifying to me. Not terrifying enough to keep us from trying again, but deciding to try again was, for me, an emotion-based decision, driven by longing and desire that came to outweigh the fear. It still felt like stepping off a cliff, like a hugely scary gamble.
Being pregnant again feels like a hugely scary gamble, too. For a while it seemed as though all of the doctors we spoke to made a point of telling us they'd never seen a couple go through this twice, which is reassuring. Having come down on the wrong side of statistics already, however, I can't hold on to a state of being reassured for very long. And no one knows what causes CDH, which makes me feel helpless and crazed to the point where, some days, I want to claw holes in the walls.
We did not know what exactly went wrong, just guesses... and I know, even if they could give me A reason, it will never be a reason good enough, and in my head I have a million other possibilities how my baby can *still* die.
This is so hard, I am thinking of you. xo
I am now 23 weeks preg again, and of couse absolutely terrified of it happening again. Or something else random and bad happening again.
So for those of you who do have real, increased risk factors, genetic issues etc, my hats go off to you. No advice here obviously, Jen. Just listening and caring. And wishing none of this nightmare was true for you. I have seen Sadie's pictures on your blog, and it just breaks my heart she's not here. I'm so sorry.
We have a 25% chance of any future children having SMA. I have studied genetics in college, worked in the genome center at Baylor, but never did I picture myself on THIS side of things. Some days I decide I want to be a mom and we should try. Usually we are out talking at a restuarant, debating our options over dinner. I come home and get online to find that another baby has died of the same horrible disease and change my mind. I can't do that again. I can't hold another dead baby. Our options are try again (have a CVS test, and decide what to do if the baby has SMA), PGD/IVF (we can't afford), adopt, (my husband won't even discuss), or remain childless (what's the point in life?).
I wish I had the answers. I need them myself. Our son was going to have a great life. Why him? Why us?
You asked how others dealt with the decision to try again. I struggled for a year and half with whether or not to get pregnant again, and now I'm 20 weeks along with our second. I just knew that I wanted to raise a child. I couldn't stay in that place that I was in forever.
I would have never believed it, but I actually feel calmer now than I did before I was pregnant. For me, anticipation of the event (the event = getting pregnant) was worse than the actual event. Sure, I've had my moments of total breakdown, but I've also had hope for the first time since my daughter died.
I don't know what's going to happen. This little baby boy could go at anytime without warning, just like his sister. And it would absolutely devastate me. But I knew that I wanted to mother a child. And I knew that I would always regret it if I never tried again.
We are TTC again, with no success yet. What made us want to try again was the yearning for a family, a large, happy, LIVING family. Before my daughter died, we were naive, we only wanted two children and thought they would come easily, now, after losing her, we realize we should try to bring at least four, maybe five into this world.
I do wonder if me or my husband has one kidney, and sometimes I want to sneak into the hospital and ultrasound myself. Convincing the doctors to do the test would be almost impossible, as out health insurance wouldn't cover it.
I ended up talking to a new teacher at my son's school this spring. She had the exact same genetic problem (well, talking same pool of people here) and was probably one of the mothers whose children were the reason the doctors knew to test us, because at pregnancy six she volunteered to be examined by specialists (the lady is now over 50 so this was a few years ago). She had ten children - lost four and six living, the male/female problem that is now known to be a main issue with this particular genetic mess, all living are boys. She didn't really have an option on whether to keep going even though she knew something was happening. She still misses the ones who died, and loves the boys who are now busy with lives of their own. That's kind of what I'm clinging to, hoping someday we can afford the financial and just go for it and be ready to hope, but right now for me too the fear seems to be the biggest thing, and I have to wonder whether having the option not to conceive is in fact feeding the fear.
I wish I had something more helpful to say, that's all I've got right now though. I wish you had some kind of answer but honestly even having the answer the fear would probably still be hanging around, it's something all of us are going to have to figure out how to deal with one way or the other. At least we can come here and be here for each other, better than the glib "oh, it will all be fine" comments that seem to propagate elsewhere when the subject of having more children comes up.
We decided to go again, maybe a bad decision on our part considering the two miscarriages afterwards. During those two short pregnancies, I (naturally) was anxious about something going wrong. But it was something I knew I had to endure, and try to have hope it was all just a fluke. We still want a baby, we need to have the light in our lives again. We're still going to keep trying, and the next time I get pregnant we'll try to enjoy every waking moment for it. It's the least we can do for the baby, and for us.
We just jumped in the deep end and got pregnant again. I gave birth to River 1 year and 4 days after Christian died. She is perfectly healthy. I am now pregnant again. 19 1/2 weeks. I find out on Friday if this little babe will have Christian's problem.
My love to you and peace as well.
Carly x
I wish there were answers for you. I wish there was a magic eightball you could shake and it would say Go For It! Next Baby Is All Good!
All of our losses were so early, babies lost before some people even consider them babies. But one, one who made it to 13 weeks, had genetic testing done, and we did not receive the results until a year later, and only then because I was crying in my OB's office about how we never had any answers and she said Oh, Wait, didn't anyone call you? The chromosome count was 96XXXY. Blah blah blah, didn't split....and I remember feeling like I had slammed into a brick wall, and I had my answer, but it didn't help.
Eventually- through an eight year process- we have 2 kiddos, and are 24 weeks into a suprise pregnancy. I'm not sure if it's hope or stupidity. I often tell people I feel like a prize fighter who just keeps getting knocked out and doesn't know how to stop.
If anyone invents that magic eightball, I think we could all use one.
What we got was a middle ground birth with some surprises, non genetic.
Maybe that isnt dealing, maybe that is ignoring the issue. But I figured if noone could tell me anything before, why would later be any different.
To quote Drew Barrymore "If you dont take risks, you have a wasted soul". The way I saw it, to be so afraid to never try again.... to fear the hurt so greatly that I could not try to love again diminished the honor for the life of my son. Hurtis a part of love and life. I know I loved him, because it hurt.... and if I wanted to be filled with love, I had to risk the hurt... but I didnt have to obsess over it, especially when the experts knew no more about anything about it than I did.
Unfortunately my marriage died - heh heh, joke's on me, right?