The Diagnosis

Note to Reader:Okay so I know I haven't updated in a while, I am now the mother of two and that has taken away a lot of the time that I would have normally update my blog. This is the beginning of a new journey in my life, that I haven't really talked to a lot of people about.  I haven't blogged about it, but there were a lot of complications with my recent pregnancy.   I do not know where this post is going to take me, but  I hope that this will create dialogue between families going through similiar struggles, having faith in the midst of a medical situation.  I firmly believe, as a Christian that just because a doctor's report says one thing, does not mean that it is so.  There is nothing to hard for God and I have seen his miraulous works within my family over and over again. 


After a late night visit to the emergency in December, while pregnant with my daughter Eliana, they told me that something was different about my pregnancy.  When doctor's say stuff like that, it puts you on edge.  I was completely frantic, and when I went to a follow up appointment two weeks later and heard "the news," I was a complete mess.  The tears were flowin', emotions roarin', and  I didn't really understand what was going on.  They referred me to the genetics department, which didn't make the situation sound any better.

My meeting with genetics went a little something like this.  Heartbeat, heartbeat, thump-thump, thump-thump, heartdrop, tears, tears, and tears as I was told that my daughter would have clubbed feet and, wait  for it, Spina Bifida.   When this diagnosis came, it seemed like a death sentence as they told me the options, "You are early enough in your pregnancy, if you don't want to continue on with it. Termination is  an option as this will be hard on your fairly new marriage and your one year old..."

I couldn't believe the words I was hearing.  My mind raced, an unspoken dialogue of heartbreak taking over my mind.  I was put into one of the most challenging experiences in my life, and you want to talk about "The Option," which was no option for me.

To be continued.....

Najeema Iman, I AM Curly Locks

Hey I am creatively blocked on a title for this post series any ideas?