With each of our losses, there has been some unknown component. Either we were too early for testing, we denied testing, or everything tested normal. There have been lots of guesses as to what is happening, but nothing concrete. And for me, that's given me extensive amounts of guilt. Maybe I did too much. Maybe I ate the wrong thing. Maybe I lifted the kids too often. Maybe I didn't rest enough. Maybe I simply WASN'T enough. Ten years worth of guilt and questions, never with an answer. For our sweet little miracle, I needed that answer. And since, for once, my body didn't recognize what had already happened, we were able to get a few answers.
First, we were having a boy. Of course I already knew this, I wasn't nearly sick enough for this little one to be a girl. I was still functional (barely) so I told Andrew the week prior in 100% confidence that this baby was a boy. Glad to know my mama instincts are spot on with at least this little detail. Since our last transfer, we've talked extensively about our girl and boy names. We've had a top for each gender, a plan. Of course, in my mind, it was a twin set that I was naming. But in reality, that didn't happen, and we will never get to call out or sweet boy's name in our home. But it felt wrong to save the name for a potential future adoption. I would never be able use the name again, knowing full well that had this child lived, it would have been his. And so, we have given this child, this little boy, the name Gabriel Preston Savant, aka "Gabe".
But we also learned that Gabe would have been a very sick little boy. He had trisomy 13. I had never heard of trisomy 13 (we've heard of 21, 18, even 16, but never 13). And this is because, babies with this diagnosis don't survive. They don't live. Had Gabe been born, he would have been in significant physical pain. He would have spent his little lifetime either having multiple procedures or withdrawing treatment to allow the inevitable to take place. And that would have broken me for sure. I already know there is little worse than having your child in pain, that watching helplessly as they fight. We lived through that for 3 months with Dean and Warren - but there was a different goal in sight for them. For Gabe, no matter how the pregnancy turned out, we would have said goodbye to him in his first year of life.
But today, today he is whole. Today he is healed. Today he is complete. That doesn't take away the pain I have. That doesn't take away the questions of why he would have that in the first place, of why we were chosen for this. But I can rest in knowing that one day I WILL know him without the pain between us. And that helps a tiny bit.