Birth Story, Part 2: Isabella Grace

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Yes, a dream come to life in the name of Isabella Grace. We were overjoyed and started to tell everyone that we were finally having another girl. Karizma was beside herself and the boys started to talk about what great big brothers they were going to be. Miguel talked about how Isabella would never cry because he wouldn't allow it to ever happen and that her feet would never touch the ground because he would always be holding her.

Then exactly a week after our 20 week sonogram, I got the most distressful call. It was a Kaiser doctor calling to talk about the findings from her sonogram. They had found a cyst on her brain. You can't imagine how time stood still when I heard those words. A CYST ON HER BRAIN. I fell into the chair next to the stack of laundry. The doctor said that this cyst, known as Choroid Plexius Cyst, was nothing to worry about unless she had other signs of problems (such as webbed hands, clubbed feet, heart problems... this would mean the possibility of Trisomy 18, which meant the odds of losing our baby to miscarriage or her being stillborn were extremely high). We started to pray for our little girl and tried not to think about her being taken away from us before we even got to really enjoy her. Love her. Hold her. God gave us peace about the CPC and we started to buy little pink shoes, little hairbands, and little brown haired dollies. We went back for another ultrasound at 36 weeks and the tech told us that he did not see the cyst any longer. Although, we knew at this point that she was alright and the cyst was nothing at all to worry about (research shows not one case of adverse affects due to the cyst), we were rejoicing and so happy.

We also found out, at 33 weeks, that she was breech. I was terrified of having a c-section. We prayed, sought out prayer, and had a breech version done at 37 weeks to try and turn her around. God is so good, and she turned without any problem. The procedure was pain free for me and I saw God in all those details, as well.

The Lord blessed us with everything a little girl would need before she even arrived. She was showered with dresses of every color, shoes of every size, and her very first bible from Tia Susan and Tio Manny... might I add that this bible is glittery pink with rhinestones and has her name engraved on the front? Now that is a bible! We were counting down the days... and days, because her due date, June 10th, came and went. I waddled around, feeling really great, and pretty much every day thought, 'This is it!' But, it never was. My main concern was making sure that I would have make-up on and hair done for when she arrived... all those pictures, you know! Tim's main concern was getting me to the hospital on time since my last labor was only 90 minutes, and we lived out in the middle of nowhere, on a mountain, off a dirt road, 45 minutes from the hospital. "We'll make it, Baby!", I said, "Last time was just a fluke." Hmm... well, on June 16th, at 5:18am, we got to see if last time really was a fluke...