I received the phone call from the genetic counselor while I was at work. I walked into a private room, and just listened. She revealed that the test came back abnormal and that Chris and I should come in to talk about the findings.
She had said that there was a chromosome deletion on the 9th chromosome. I had no idea what this could mean to us. Was Brody going to survive in utero? Were we going to be able to take him home from the hospital?
The next morning we met with the genetic counselor. She explained to us that Brody may have some developmental disabilities, epilepsy, low bone mass, facial deformities BUT there was no telling which line on the spectrum of any of those he would lay on.
Would our son ever be self-sufficient? Would he be able to walk?
We were then asked, after having this information, if we wanted to continue with the pregnancy.
Without hesitation we knew we wanted to continue the pregnancy.
This new information didn’t change how we felt about our son and we certainly didn’t love him any less.
We focused on what we did know. We knew he had a cleft lip and (presumed) palate, so it was time to research as much as we could so we would know exactly how to care for him when he arrived.