In my dream world they would have a huge [pink?] sparkly stamp on each of the first-time moms’ medical files. It would read “First time mom. Please at least try to be nice".”
I hadn’t heard back regarding our genetic testing and it had been over a week. They told me I’d probably hear back by the end of last week, but when I didn’t hear anything by Friday, or Monday, I figured it was because of the 4th of July holiday. After getting through this morning with no call, I decided to call the office to see if they had the results.
During the ultrasound, the tech said that everything looked great and healthy, but still, in the back of my mind, I really want to know what the blood test results were. The actual results would combine the blood test with the ultrasound and determine a risk factor for Down Syndrome and other anomalies.
I called the office, told them my name, birthdate, when the appointment was, and the lady on the other end of the phone put me on hold.
A pit started to form in my stomach as I waited.
She got back on the phone and said
“Um, you’re going to need to talk to a genetic counselor.”
I thought she was transferring me to said genetic counselor, but she had indeed hung up.
So naturally, I called back.
“Hi, I was just speaking with you on the phone and I think I got disconnected as you tried to connect me to the genetic counselor.”
“Um, no. I left a message on her board for her to call you back.”
“When do you think I can expect a call?”
“I don’t know. Maybe this afternoon.”
Immediately, the pit into my stomach grew into a full-up boulder and I called the Pilot. I was shaking as I called him—convinced that the woman on the phone had seen the test results, and couldn’t believe we would have to wait all day to hear back from them.
Being the calm-under-pressure guy that he is, he assured me that if they had news for us on a positive test they would have contacted us more quickly and that everything would be fine.
While I was talking to him, call waiting from an unknown number flashed up on the screen.
“I’ll call you right back, I think it’s them”
At this point, I’d stopped shaking but was still anxious.
[Pleasant, cheery female voice] “Hi, is this Angelina?”
“Yes, this is she.”
“Hi this is so-and-so from blah-blah clinic and we have your test results from the Nuchal translucency screening and everything looks absolutely fantastic so far.”
She went on to go over certain statistics for my age and said that the risk for Down Syndrome was originally 1 in 700-something and after my test, my personal risk dropped to 1 in 8000-something. She kept talking, and I can’t remember what she was saying, but it was a huge relief to hear that everything came back normal. Of course, we wanted to do the test to be better prepared and research in the case that the test came back positive, but just to hear the results was comforting.
The number one reason I did the testing –I’m at low risk since I’m in my 20s- was so I could get a free ultrasound, since our insurance only covers a few and covers this test.
Was it worth the stress?
To see that little baby, flipping, moving and waving on the screen: 100% yes.