A cold rain fell on us as we walked from the hospital to our doctor’s office with the weighty news that our son appears to have a cleft lip/palate and a potential heart defect. He also seems to have a two-vessel umbilical cord, so we’re going to Children’s Hospital for a genetics consultation and further testing to evaluate the extent of these anomalies.
I know that disbelief and shock are some of the first stages of grief, so I shouldn’t be surprised that my overwhelming feeling is: “this can’t be right– there must be some mistake”. But our top-shelf team has been trying to rule out these very things for a few weeks now, so it seems that this is, in fact, the case. But I can still hope, right God?