It was late August of last year when we received the news. We were preparing for the upcoming school year. Our six year old would be entering the first grade and his four year old little brother would be going into pre-k 4. We were done having children and I was sad about my youngest entering kindergarten the following year. Then we received unexpected news- I was newly pregnant! We were shocked but ecstatic!
The first six months were relatively uneventful. We found out at 17 weeks that we were expecting another boy and he had a completely normal fetal anatomy ultrasound. We were thrilled! Aside from a minor rise in maternal blood pressure, everything looked great when I went in for the 28 week growth scan. Everything seemed fine during the scan and the tech did not seem alarmed. She verified that I was seeing the doctor afterwards, printed out a picture for my husband and sent me back to the waiting area to wait on the doctor. I was completely unprepared for what happened next.
I was called back a few minutes later for what I thought would be a routine appointment. My blood pressure check had been normal and I was relieved that the pre-eclampsia that had complicated my first two pregnancies wasn't going to rear its ugly head anytime soon. Then the doctor came in and said simply and suddenly, "The fluid filled spaces in the baby's brain are enlarged. You need a better scan and high risk consult". He patted me on the back and said not to worry yet and that it might turn out to be nothing. That was a Monday and my appointment with the high risk doctor was scheduled for that Thursday.
The days crawled by and I googled "enlarged fetal brain ventricles" over and over again. I discovered that it was often a benign condition that self resolved prior to delivery and felt nervous but confident going into our appointment. Little did I know, the enlarged ventricles were the least of our problems.
My husband and I waited two hours to be seen by the maternal fetal medicine specialist. She came in halfway through the sonogram and gave us the news- there was a large fluid filled mass in our baby's brain and we were being referred to a fetal center at the Texas Medical Center for a fetal MRI and further evaluation. She was not comfortable managing our care and would not be seeing us again.
We were seen the following week at the fetal center by another MFM specialist and had another level two sonogram. This doctor was confident it was a simple arachnoid cyst in the space above the brain and the baby's prognosis was very good. The fetal MRI was to confirm these findings. Instead it painted a very different picture. The baby had a large interhemispheric cyst located in the right frontal lobe that extended towards the back of the brain that was causing mass effect on the surrounding tissue. Additionally, he had complete agenesis of the corpus callosum- the fibers that connect the right and left brain had failed to develop and were completely missing- and also an area of polymicrogyria on the right frontal lobe, meaning the grooves in that area of his brain had failed to develop properly. It was suggested that we might want to consider a late termination and we were devastated.
We would then go through weeks of repeat sonograms and consults. We saw a neurologist who told us that our child would be at high risk for a severe to profound intellectual disability, seizures and cerebral palsy. That there were milestones our child would possibly never hit and it was possible he'd never be able to care for himself. Then we saw a surgeon who told us that there was "a lot of room for hope" and that occasionally he saw kids with such abnormalities that were only slightly impaired or not impaired at all. We were told by the doctors at the fetal center that due to the rapid acceleration in fetal head size, I would need a cesarean delivery and that they were concerned about "maternal tissue damage". We dug our heels in and braced ourselves for a difficult delivery and lengthy NICU stay.
But mostly, we cried, prayed and leaned on our family for support. Our church family prayed and fasted with us. By the strength of Christ, we made it through those weeks with our faith and hope still intact.