It was time for our 20 weeks ultrasound. My husband and I were very excited. Is it a boy? or girl? I was for sure it was a girl, because the pregnancy thus far had been relatively easy. As opposed to my first pregnancy (a boy) was extremely difficult for me. I had morning sickness all the time with him.
As we sat in the waiting room for our ultrasound, I felt like something may have been wrong. Something just didn't feel right to me. Then I told myself.. I'm worrying for nothing, there is nothing wrong. I seem to worry about everything. I'm a big worry wort!
Finally after 30 mins in the waiting room it was finally our turn. The tech begin looking at our baby. She showed us the head, her heart, her hands...etc... then she finished the rest of the measurements that she needed before determining the sex of the baby.
After about 10 mins, she finally told us we are having a girl!! It was very exciting considering we already have a 2 yr old boy. She then began looking at the babys face, and printing pics for us. She asked me to roll on my side, so she could get a picture of her feet for us. As she began looking at her feet... she got quiet, I could tell on the expression on her face, that she was puzzled about something. She told me that she couldn't get a good picture of her feet for me. Overall the ultrasound took only 25 mins.
Then they sat us back in the waiting room to wait for the results from my doctor. I began worrying again. What did she mean she couldn't get a picture of her feet?
When we finally got in to talk to our doctor. He started right away reading the results. "Over all everything looked ok... her heart, brain, spine, arms, all of those seem to be developing normally.." I sat there waiting to hear the word "BUT" ...then I heard it. "BUT, there is something wrong with her right leg and foot" He began showing us the ultra images, and presented to us that she is missing the fibula bone in her right leg. He then began to tell me, he didn't think it was anything to worry about. I knew he was just saying that to keep us calm. He told us he was going to send us to a level 2 ultrasound, because in all his practice he has never seen this before.
After leaving the doctors, I pulled out my phone and began searching the web for "missing fibula bone". I found out there was this condition called fibular hemimelia, that some babies were born with. Most of the cases resulted in amputation of the leg for a prothesis.
The ride home was quiet, My husband and I hardly spoke. We were both in shock. As soon as I got home, I walked thru the door, and broke down. I cried, and cried. My husband held me, and told me everything was going to be okay and whatever it was, it wasn't my fault. There are really no words to describe how I felt that day. Why us? One thing I knew for sure was I wasn't in this alone. I have a very supportive husband, who is always there.
Our sweet Kaylin was born with Fibular Hemimelia in both legs. In her right leg she is missing her fibula bone, foot/toe bones, and has a bowed tiba. Her left leg is missing foot/toe bones, and the rest is unknown until she grows. The purpose of this blog is to keep family and friends updated, and allow you to follow this journey with us!
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