It's funny... just when you think you know where you stand in life, God gives your world a little shake and you lose your footing.
My last post was about work concerns. Since posting, I had come to the conclusion that I would fight this out for the last few months of pregnancy and then decide later what I was going to do for work. I would have the time off with the baby to look into starting my own company, but I could come back to work part-time if needed.
It's not a complete plan, but it was simple enough. Life and my near future was pretty much figured out.
Until, all of a sudden, it wasn't.
3 days ago, my husband and I got confirmation that our little, 5 month, baby-to-be has Cystic Fibrosis. We have no history of it in the family, but it showed up on my standard maternal screening. If that wasn't stressful enough- we found Mike had the same mutation as I.
Any person has a 1 in 25 chance of carrying a CF mutation. The odds for a couple to both have this mutation is 1 in 625. Since we both were carriers, our baby had a 1 in 4 chance of having CF, 3 in 4 that it would not. The odds were in our favor, but we hit the jackpot.
I'm not even sure if I know how to finish this post.
It's obviously a huge game changer. I don't know what this will mean for our daily lives, much less how it will affect my career aspirations. But it's funny- my career aspirations don't even matter anymore.
