Five months later I called a doctor who was filling my doctor’s seat. He canceled my appointment, claiming that he was inconvenient to move a mosaic embryo. I was shocked and overcome with grief.
“The bigger question for embryo testing is who is at risk of giving birth to a child with a possible disability,” said Dr. Taylor. “The decision should not be left to the doctors. “Patients should be given the freedom to make decisions, appropriate counseling in cases where there are abnormalities that will inevitably lead to death.”
Online nerds I met online described how their frozen abnormal mosaic embryos were transported in illegal metal tanks to other clinics when their doctors refused to transport them. Fortunately, my regular doctor is back and has scheduled a new appointment for next month.
My husband and I were lucky. Our beautiful, imperfect embryo attached to the wall of the womb enchanted us with its wild beating heart during a two-week ultrasound. As new concerns arose each week that I might have an abortion, that the baby might have other abnormalities that were not caught in the embryo test, I found solace in Dr. Taylor: “Mosaic is more common than we think. Many of us are mosaics without knowing it. ”
For three months, my doctor recommended that I have a blood test to check for DNA fragments in my blood to see if he or she was at risk for genetic abnormalities. At this point, my husband: and I began to notice families in the dog park whose children had genetic problems. We calmly accepted that we would bring diversity to the families in our community and decided that we would not stop the child, regardless of the outcome.
They returned to normal. But like an embryo test, a blood test cannot accurately diagnose the genetic condition of the fetus. Our doctor suggested a more accurate amniocentesis test, but we had already made our decision. I decided to leave it there.
Now, during the ultrasound examination, our daughter hides her face behind her hands or presses hard on the placenta, as if asking us to allow her to remain secretive. The last time I looked at her full profile, at five months pregnant, her nose was long, sharp, unmistakable. I thought it was an additional feature of chromosome 22, that she just inherited my husband’s nose. As my date approaches, her genetic profile is less troubling. I’m excited to have reached this point.