I had my ultrasound appointment at the high-risk practice earlier this week. They confirmed there is a cyst there, and they believe it’s on the spleen. I go back in 4 weeks to see if it grew, shrank, or stayed the same. At this point, the doctor tells me it’s small and doesn’t concern her because it’s below the diaphragm and there is excellent blood flow to all the surrounding organs, with fetal weight in the 43rd percentile. All that is good, but I still have one overwhelming feeling.
I’ve failed my one job before this baby is born, and that is to gestate a healthy fetus.
Is that unreasonable? Probably. Have I done my best? Yes. Does that make me feel any better? No, not at all.
And yesterday, I find out that my husband has told his family about this, right before we’re due to go visit and before I was ready to say anything to our families. It’s easy to be anonymous, and not have to face the people you’ve told; it’s not easy when I’ll have 3 days of them in front of me, wondering what is the problem/solution/how I am. I suppose it’s nice to have people that care enough to be concerned, but I don’t feel like discussing this with anyone, or accepting sympathies. And honestly? I’m mad at the person my husband told, because THAT person is the one who went and told everyone else. It wasn’t that person’s news to tell, and I feel my parental boundaries being stepped over. It’s a shame my husband doesn’t feel that way.