I've been going to a mum's group for the past few months. It's associated with a nearby church, and while it's not my home church, it has provided me with some wonderful fellowship and some new friends who are already very dear to me. This past week, they asked me to share a bit about Maddy's story, and since I already typed it all up, I figured I might as well post it here as well. Enjoy!!
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As a brief introduction, my name is Nicole and I have been
in Hong Kong for 6 years. My husband is
originally from here, but grew up in Australia. We moved over as
newlyweds and planned for our kids to be born in HK so that they could have
dual citizenship. It took us a year to conceive our first daughter, Lana, so
when she was only a few months old, we started thinking about adding another
child to the family – figuring that we would rather have them too close
together than to have to worry about not being able to conceive again.
I fell pregnant quickly the 2nd time around but
had an early miscarriage at only about 6 weeks pregnant. A few months later, I
fell pregnant again.
As many people do (particularly after a miscarriage), I held
my breath through the first trimester figuring that when I got to 13 weeks,
everything was pretty much safe. I looked forward to ultrasounds, seeing them
only as a chance to see our baby and to find out the gender.
At 14 weeks pregnant, however, we went for the routine Oscar
screening test and the results were not good – we were told we had a 1 in 7
chance of having a baby with Down syndrome. We were advised to consider CVS or
amnio if we wanted to know for sure.
For us, termination was not an option. I never even considered
it and told the doctor as much. That said, my husband in particular wanted to
know. He felt as though if we knew for sure, we could prepare for what was to
come rather than to have to worry and wonder for the next six months of the
pregnancy. After much discussion and prayer, we decided to do the amnio (as the
risk was lower than CVS) – but we still had to wait another three weeks until I
was 17 weeks.
At this stage, I did a lot of research about Down syndrome
and even came to accept that we may have a child with this condition. I felt
confident that we could “handle” that situation, if “we found out the worst”. We
were still hoping that the baby didn’t have Down Syndrome and figured that if
the odds were 1/7, that still meant that there was a 6/7 chance that everything
was fine.
At 17 weeks, we went back to the ob/gyn to do the amnio and
as the doctor was doing the ultrasound to get ready for the test, he told us
that he could tell that the baby had deformities in the skeleton, that this was
probably the reason for results of the Oscar test, and that his recommendation
was to not do the amnio as it might not be able to diagnose these issues. He
told us that these conditions were outside of his area of expertise and he
started calling around doctors who specialised in prenatal diagnostics. He got
us an appointment to see another doctor within the next 3 hours.
At the second appointment that afternoon, we learned that
the baby did indeed have skeletal abnormalities and that it was possible that
her condition was “incompatible with life”. The doctor refused to tell us the
odds saying that it could go either way – she said she would only be able to
tell us at around 30 weeks pregnant (another 3 months away!) whether she
thought that the baby would be “viable”. She also told us that the chances of
our baby being “normal” were virtually nil.
Of course I went home and did what no parent in our
situation would do: I googled. I learned that with babies diagnosed with
skeletal dysplasia, 25% are stillborn, 30% survive less than 6 weeks, and the
other 45% have a non-lethal form of dwarfism. The two outcomes seemed to be
complete extremes: either the baby would not survive, OR she would have a
disability that was purely physical. What I didn’t know then is that usually,
the earlier in pregnancy that these issues are detected, the more severe the
situation is – and that most non-lethal forms of dwarfism cannot even be
detected on ultrasound until much later, so our "odds" actually were even worse than that.
This period of time was without a doubt one of the most
difficult in my life. Some of the thoughts I was struggling with were “why
me?”, and “I don’t want to carry this baby for nine months only to have to say
goodbye”. I knew that God “could” heal – I did and do believe in miracles – but
I also know that sometimes things do not go according to our plan. A few
scriptures became my rock at that time – the thing that I held to and trusted
in without knowing what the outcome would be.
- Jeremiah
29:11 "For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans
to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a
future."
- Romans
8:28 And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who
love him, who have been called according to his purpose.
- Genesis
50:20 You intended to harm me, but God intended it for good to accomplish
what is now being done, the saving of many lives.
These scriptures (amongst many others) reminded me that God
has a plan for our lives, a plan that exceeds our own plans. Not only did He
have a plan for our lives, he also had a plan for our baby’s life and that
whatever happened, God promised to bring good things from the situation.
As the pregnancy progressed, things started pointing towards
a non-lethal form of dwarfism, although the diagnosis wouldn’t be confirmed
until after she was born. At birth, Madeline Hope was diagnosed with
a form of dwarfism called diastrophic dysplasia (if anyone has ever seen the TV
show “Little People Big World”, this is the same form that the Dad in the show
has). Because of her dwarfism, she was born with extremely short limbs, a cleft
palate, joint deformities and some breathing issues. She spent her first 4
months in NICU and has had one surgery to fix her cleft palate. She also has a
significant scoliosis that will require spinal surgery in the future.
At the moment, she is 2.5 years old and is the height of an
average 6 month old. Her estimated adult height is around 3-3.5 feet tall (the
current height of my 4.5 year old). She will continue to need different
therapies and surgeries to help her to develop the way that she should, but she
is an amazing child and is such a blessing to our family and to everyone who
meets her.
Even though her little fingers cannot bend, she can do
everything that other 2.5 year olds can do. She can stack blocks, draw simple
shapes and use scissors. We were told when she was born that she probably would
only “walk to transfer”, that is – she would mostly need a wheelchair, but she
would be able to walk from her bed to the wheelchair, or from the wheelchair to
the sofa. But not only can she walk around the house, she loves to go to the
playground and can go up and down stairs by herself, and up and down the slide.
Her speech has been delayed by the cleft palate, but now that she’s had surgery
to fix that, she has been catching up really quickly. She attends a regular
kindy and is doing fantastic – far better than we expected or could have
anticipated. Much of that is due to her fierce independence and determination
to keep trying to do something until she gets it right.
Before we had kids, I would have never expected that life
would have taken the turns that it has. We’ve had our ups and downs with it
all, but through this situation has already brought so many good things into
our lives. It has strengthened my trust in God and has given me many
opportunities to share with different people. I’ve kept a blog since I was 17
weeks pregnant and through that, I’ve been contacted by numerous people who
were going through similar pregnancies. And while I wouldn’t have planned this
for my child, I am thankful because I know that God did have a plan.
Psalm 139:13-14 For you created
my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother's womb. I praise you because
I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full
well.
