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resultats (in)definitifs

Sometimes, even with the newest state of the art doppler probe, results are anything but certain, not unlike the very provisional looking mimeographed reports I’ve been reading lately.  Yesterday we went for an ultrasound, debating until the last minute whether we would find out the creature’s gender.  As the doctor scanned from head to toe, she paused and lingered over the heart and then returned to it again later.  In the French way, she gave us the most minimal of information, only that there might be a little hole where there shouldn’t be and that we should have another opinion.  It might be fine, it’s just that she couldn’t see.  It could all be an instrumentation error.  She was all “it’s no big deal” and then “make sure you follow up with this.”  Initially I chose to focus on the it’s no big deal.  She pronounced us done, but by then I really wanted to know something definite, like the sex.  She couldn’t see, but had another look.  Nope.  Creature was seated on both feet with a hand covering the news.

We both worked from home in the afternoon and spent too much time with dr. google.  I faxed the results to my midwife and waited for her call.  She also emphasized the no big deal, but at the same time, she made us an appointment for tonight.  No big deal, unless it is.

We just got home from the second doctor.  He didn’t see any problem but recommended we see a heart specialist.  When he said this in French, I understood, but had one of those “I know what he said, but it makes no sense” moments, the kind I have everyday here.  Then he switched to perfect English and said it again.  It still didn’t make much sense, but we’ll see the specialist to be sure.  I look forward to having those resultats definitifs in hand.

As long as we were there (and T was with us), I asked if he could answer another question for us.

He could.

As T calculated, when the baby comes out, we’ll be 4 girls (including the feline) and one boy.