One year later....

"The paradox of modern medicine is that knowing doesn't always mean the outcome will be better. The ability to diagnose has absolutely raced ahead of the ability to care [and treat]" Source

A year ago today, I found out that my son had a right sided Congenital Diaphragmatic Hernia, R-CDH.

The day had started out great. It was my husband's first day at a great new job. We had gotten up bright and early. I made him breakfast and saw him off. Promising to call as soon as my ultrasound appointment was over. Although our local NHS PCT (primary care trust) does not disclose the sex of the baby, I fully intended to ask anyway. It was the most important thing - the irony !

I got to my appointment very late and even missed my slot but they managed to fit me in. I sat with other excited mom's and couples in the waiting room. If you wanted a picture, you needed exact change £2.50 or you could pay with a card. We all excitedly counted out our exact change and ogled at the couple who'd already had their scan and were staring loving at their pictures.

I wouldn't need my £2.50 then or ever. At every appointment, perhaps out of pity, I got tons of pictures. Even got the fancy 3D and 4D ones, and eventually got told that I was having a son - information that was no longer relevant. The new goal was healthy!