This is to update everyone on my last post. If you missed it, you can read it here.
Some statistics about CF-
1 in about every 30 white Americans is a carrier.
1 in every 2,500 births of white Americans is a CF baby
If one parent is a carrier, there is a 50/50 chance they will have a
child who is a carrier
When both parents are carriers there is still a 50/50 chance their
child will be a carrier, a 25% chance their child will have CF, and a 25%
chance their child will not have CF nor be a carrier of the disease
Life expectancy of a person with CF is around 37 years
Most people don’t know they are a carrier until they have a baby born
with the disease
If you don’t know what cystic fibrosis is, I mentioned in the first
post it sucks and I don’t really want to explain it, but there’s plenty of info
online about it.
All this information is extremely scary and had me so anxious for the
last few weeks. I love this little being
growing inside me unconditionally, and to think there was a possibility that I
would outlive my child was so hard to think about.
We are praising The Lord big time right now! At my 8 week appointment (I am now 16 weeks,
woohoo!) I was tested for being a cystic fibrosis carrier. Much to our surprise, I am one. But as you see in the statistics, Riley had
to be one too in order for our child to be born with the disease. Riley FINALLY found out about his test
results on Friday. He is NOT a carrier!! I was soooooo relieved. Our babies could still be carriers, but
apparently I’ve had carriers in my family passing it down for years and no one
has ever been effected.
We have such a great, loving, caring, patient, faithful God….even when
we doubt and fail him. That is what I
have been doing the last few weeks. I
don’t think I’ve cared more about anything in my life than hearing a negative
on Riley’s test results, and I chose to doubt God’s love and care, yet He came
through in a huge way, like always. I
think the only time I’ve been close to this anxious is when I had my
seizures and thought the doctors might tell me I had cancer or something. The Lord is good. I shouldn't doubt that ever. Thankful and humbled.
Leslie (and baby)
