Today is a waiting day. I’m not an impatient person so waiting is no problem for me, and it’s never been a problem in the past either. It does however become a problem when it pertains to my son. And more so when it has something to do with his health and well being. You can’t help but think the worse, even when everyone around you is telling you to hope for the best. And I do, I always hope for the best, and I know the best will happen. But when you’re stuck playing the waiting game, it feels more like… purgatory.

We went to our regular obstetrician yesterday (not the ultrasound guy), and asked him about our concern with the ultrasound findings. He told us that out of all the thousands of pregnancies he has done, he’s only seen an echogenicities alone with no other indicators, less than 3-4 times. He also told us that single indicators alone on an ultrasound turn out to be nothing 99% of the time. And considering her blood test results and healthy status, there isn’t a need for an amniocentesis. Now this is the information we would have loved to hear during our last ultrasound visit. Needless to say, we went home yesterday as content parents, and not terrified out-of-our mind parents.

We are still in the same status as we have been, but at least we have more assurance now that it’s not something we should have been fretting over so much because of what the last doctor said. So we wait, until the 31st of this month, when we return to the ultrasound doctor and hope to see Avin’s small intestines again, only not so bright this time.

Today however, is a waiting day.