It has been a while since I have updated the blog! Life with five kids is super busy, as you can imagine. I wanted to give everyone a quick update on our family and The Allo Hope Foundation.
Our baby August is now ten months old and is thriving! He is meeting all of his milestones on time- crawling everywhere, eating everything, pulling up and climbing furniture and babbling. He is such a sweet, happy baby. August is completely done with HDFN and has no lasting effects from his battle with anti-Kell antibodies. I will write a blog post soon with more details about his treatment for HDFN after he was discharged from the hospital. Here are some recent pictures of our baby August!
Callum is now three years old and will start preschool in the fall. He loves letters and numbers, cars, trains, and his siblings. He is a sweet big brother to August. Nora is now five, about to turn six, and will be starting kindergarten in the fall. She is still very maternal, taking care of all four of her brothers, even when they don’t need her help. Liam and Asher are now twelve and ten years old and are super independent and fun to be with. We feel so incredibly blessed to have five living, healthy children. We never thought we would actually be able to complete our family, but we are definitely finished having babies. Josh had a vasectomy last month so we will never have to face another high risk pregnancy. VERY glad to be done!
The Allo Hope Foundation is the nonprofit organization that I started in 2019 to help educate and support families who are facing maternal alloimmunization and HDFN. We have a ton of resources available on our website www.allohopefoundation.org and we have a support group on Facebook called Support for Antibodies in Pregnancy. If you have been diagnosed with red cell antibodies during pregnancy, come and join our group on Facebook where you can meet other women who have experienced an alloimmunized pregnancy. We also recently created educational booklets for patients with antibodies. We have a prenatal booklet for pregnant women with antibodies and a post birth booklet for parents of babies with HDFN.
If you would like a booklet, just fill out this form and I am happy to send you one free of charge! Another project we are super excited about is the Alloimmunization/HDFN research platform at AllStripes. Patients can sign up for free at www.allstripes.com
As always, I’m happy to answer any questions about HDFN and antibodies in pregnancy. Just leave me a comment here or you can email me at email@example.com
Our sweet boy, August Judah Weathersby, arrived almost two weeks ago and every day since then we have fallen more in love with our boy. August was born at 37 weeks and 1 day, which is incredible considering the circumstances. He weighed 8lbs 1oz and was 21 inches long.
This was my second c-section and it was different in a lot of ways from my last c-section. Callum’s delivery was completely unexpected and urgent (he was going into distress so we had to deliver as quickly as possible) but this one was planned. Josh wasn’t able to make it to Atlanta in time for Callum’s birth so I was alone for the c-section, but this time Josh was with me the whole time. We drove up to Atlanta the night before and ordered food from our favorite Thai restaurant. Then we snuggled on the couch in our hotel while eating dinner and watching a movie. We were buzzing with excitement and disbelief that we had actually made it this far, things had gone smoothly and our baby was still alive and ready to meet us the next morning.
During the c-section, Dr. Trevett was able to join us, which was so special. He wasn’t actually doing the procedure (my OBGYN, Dr. Howard performed the c-section) but he was able to stand right next to me and be there for the delivery. Right after August was born we couldn’t see him yet but we could hear him crying and I was desperate to get a glimpse of him. I think he was grunting so they had to work on him a bit to make sure he wasn’t having trouble breathing. Dr. Trevett told us, “He looks really good, he’s big! And he has a lot of hair! It looks blond!” It was fun to have him narrate when we couldn’t see August yet. They finally brought August to us and he was so beautiful and pink and chubby. He looked like a normal full term healthy baby, not a baby who had just fought for his life for 8 months. We were so in love. I told Dr. Trevett, “He’s only here because of you.” And he laughed and said, “Well, you guys had a lot to do with it too.” The c-section went great and felt like it took 10 minutes and then I was taken to recovery. August was taken to the transition nursery for observation since he was still grunting. They wanted to do blood tests and make sure he was breathing well. After observation and testing they would decide if he needed to go to the NICU or if he could come to my room and stay with us.
Once we were taken to our hospital room everything was suddenly still and quiet and Josh and I were alone. We were so overjoyed that our son was here and he was safe. We had a few pictures of August from the operating room that we looked through over and over again and discussed. Who does he look like? I wonder what his hair looks like under that hat? I thought he would weigh more, what about you? As the minutes and then the hours ticked by I became more and more upset that we couldn’t see August. I remember after Callum was born I was not allowed to go see him for 12 hours after the c-section. That is the hospital policy for all women who have c-sections- no getting out of bed for 12 hours. This isn’t a big deal for the families who have healthy babies because the babies are in the room with them, but for the families whose babies are whisked away for observation or admittance to the NICU, this can feel excruciating. For me, the 12 hours after Callum was born were by far the hardest of his entire 20 day NICU stay. There is a deep primal need to have your baby with you after birth, to have him tucked up safely under your chin on your chest. The ache feels almost physical when you give birth and then there is no baby in sight, no skin to skin contact, no newborn smell. My pain might be more intense because of the trauma we experienced with Lucy, but I’m not so sure. I have a suspicion that the ache is just as deep even for mothers who haven’t lost babies.
Josh was wonderful and called the transition nursery over and over again for an update on August, and asked how much longer until we could see him. They told us his blood sugar was low, his hematocrit was great (39), so he wasn’t anemic, but his bilirubin was a bit high (4). They put him under phototherapy lights to bring his bilirubin down and they told us as soon as they were sure that he was breathing well they would try to send him to the well baby nursery on our floor. We were both relieved that he was doing so well, but I started to feel panicky looking around our empty hospital room. It brought me back to the hospital room we stayed in after Lucy died. No bassinet, no baby, just a heartbreaking empty silence. Josh decided to go get our bags and pillows from the car and once I was alone I allowed myself to cry. Part of me felt like I didn’t deserve to cry because my baby was alive and well, and so many other women’s babies weren’t alive. But I could not contain my tears, I sobbed and sobbed, aching for my baby August who I hadn’t even held yet. A nurse came in and saw that I was crying in my bed and I felt ridiculous, but she was so kind and compassionate. She went and talked to the head nurse who also came in and asked if there was anything they could do to help. I said the only thing I wanted was my baby and I understood that they couldn’t do anything to change hospital policy. They tried reassuring me that he would be fine and I clarified that I wasn’t worried about him at all, I just needed my baby with me. I told them that I had struggled in the past with PTSD after losing my daughter and this felt like PTSD (mixed with some intense hormones I’m sure.) Josh was also really sweet and affectionate and kept calling to check on August. After 8 hours of waiting we finally looked up and saw a nurse wheeling in a bassinet. You guys, we felt EUPHORIC when we realized it was him.
Josh got to hold him first and then I got to hold him on my chest and it was magical. He felt like God’s redemption in the flesh.
Josh and I cuddled with him and smelled him and savored every little detail we discovered. His dimples, his wavy blond hair, the cleft in his chin, his enormous feet and long toes, the way his little nose turns up, the birth mark on his forehead and eyelids (that all of our other babies had too.) It felt like such a gift to be able to soak him in and learn him and hear his little newborn sounds. His bilirubin was still a bit high so we had to keep him under the bili lights but we were so happy to be able to have him in the room with us.
The rest of our time in the hospital was spent enjoying our new son, getting his bilirubin under control, taking a million pictures and trying to get back into the rhythm of pumping and breastfeeding. Josh and I loved having this time together to bond with August without the stress of looking after our other four kids. Because of COVID restrictions, we weren’t allowed to have any visitors at the hospital. At first we were really sad about this because it meant that our parents, siblings and the kids couldn’t come meet August after he was born. But it turned out to be a really sweet time together in our hospital room, just the three of us cocooned in. Josh and I could talk for hours without being interrupted by the kids. We marveled in disbelief at August’s life.
I realized during this time together just how much I had missed with Callum. While he was in the NICU I didn’t feel like he was my baby. It felt like he belonged to the hospital and I didn’t have any ownership over him, like my parental rights hadn’t been granted to me yet. I had to ask them for permission to hold him, feed him, get him dressed. Now, since August wasn’t in the NICU and was in my room with me, he felt like he was mine. The nurses asked me if they could hold him, check his vitals, change his diaper. I was able to bond with him in a way that I couldn’t with Callum until I was home with him. I felt so thankful for this experience with August. It felt like another piece of my healing puzzle clicked into place. Another beautiful, undeserved gift from God.
After about 3 or 4 days under the lights, August’s bilirubin was low enough to stay off the lights. His hematocrit and hemoglobin stayed steady and the last time they checked, his hematocrit was 43. Dr. Trevett came twice to visit August and see how we were doing. As always I could not find the right words to express our gratitude for the amazing care he provided during my pregnancy. Not only did he manage an extremely risky alloimmunized pregnancy but he did so in the in the middle of a pandemic. Throughout my pregnancy he saw me every single week (sometimes twice a week), monitored August closely and helped me manage my fears and anxieties along the way. Dr. Trevett performed 7 intrauterine blood transfusions on August and got him all the way to 37 weeks safely. Thanks to him, August was born alive and healthy. We are so thankful for Dr. Trevett and all that he has done for our family.
We are also incredibly thankful for Dr. Moise who helped throughout my pregnancy as well, just from a distance. He checked in on a regular basis to see how the pregnancy was going and he was available any time Dr. Trevett or I had questions about my treatment. He was also ready to do any early IUTs if they had been needed.
August and I were discharged from the hospital together, which was a dream come true. No NICU stay, no leaving the hospital empty handed.
When we got home, the kids and my parents and even the neighbors were waiting outside in the yard, ready to meet baby August. The kids were so excited and relieved to finally see their baby brother in person, alive and healthy. We had warned them from the beginning that we didn’t know if he would survive and we didn’t know if we would get to bring him home or not. Just like we did during my pregnancies with Nora and Callum, we were very clear with the kids about what was happening inside my body and the risks that the baby was facing. We never gave them false hope or made promises that we weren’t sure we could keep. They prayed every night for God to protect their baby, which made it extra sweet when we finally got to see them meet their brother.
Over the past two weeks we have enjoyed our baby August so much. Seeing my five kids together feels so right, like a long aching desire fulfilled, like God’s promise kept in the most beautiful way. When I look at August I think about these verses from Isaiah 41-
17 When the poor and needy seek water, and there is none, and their tongue is parched with thirst, I the LORD will answer them; I the God of Israel will not forsake them. 18 I will open rivers on the bare heights, and fountains in the midst of the valleys. I will make the wilderness a pool of water, and the dry land springs of water. 19 I will put in the wilderness the cedar, the acacia, the myrtle, and the olive. I will set in the desert the cypress, the plane and the pine together, 20 that they may see and know, may consider and understand together, that the hand of the LORD has done this, the Holy One of Israel has created it.
Seven years ago we were told that we could never have any more biological children. And yet, in the desert wasteland of my womb God grew THREE healthy Kell positive babies. I hope when you look at our baby August you see what I see- a miracle that only the hand of the Lord could have performed. The Lord has done this, the Holy One of Israel has created this sweet baby and sustained him.
There is still so much more to write about but this blog post is already way longer than it should be so I will write more later. Thank you so much to every one of you who prayed for August and followed along during the pregnancy. We have been so encouraged by all of the support and kindness you have shown us.
Our seventh and last IUT is done and now we have less than a week until we meet our son! The IUT was performed at 35 weeks and 4 days and it went well. Thankfully the baby was in a great position for the procedure. His beginning hematocrit was 32 and ending hematocrit was 44. I feel so incredibly relieved that I never have to go through another IUT again in my life. Here are a few pictures from IUT #7:
I am now taking Phenobarbital three times per day for ten days to develop the baby’s liver. This helps him handle the high bilirubin after he is born, and will lower his chances of needing an exchange transfusion. We are also hoping that it will shorten his NICU time. Once I am finished with the ten day course of Phenobarbital I have a repeat c-section scheduled for Monday, August 24th. I keep hoping that there is some way for me to have a VBAC but my doctors do not feel safe inducing and attempting a VBAC since there is a higher chance of uterine rupture. The baby has to be born between 37-38 weeks so they have no choice but to induce or do a c-section. I want to do whatever is safest for the baby so we are going ahead with the c-section unless I miraculously go into labor on my own before then. This is my 6th pregnancy and despite daily contractions and dilating to 1-2 cm weeks before the due date with all of my pregnancies besides Lucy’s, I have never gone into labor on my own. I don’t think it’s going to happen.
We are counting down the days until we meet our boy next week! Please pray that everything goes well, that the baby and I are safe and healthy and that we are ready for the baby by Monday. We just recently started preparing our home for the baby’s arrival since we didn’t know if he would survive or not, so now there’s a mad rush to get everything ready for him. Thank you to everyone who has followed along with our journey and encouraged us over the years. I will update after the baby is born!
IUT number 6 went great and the baby handled the procedure really well. We were surprised to find out that he wasn’t actually very anemic at all. His beginning hematocrit was 35 and Dr. Trevett brought it up to 45.
Watching baby’s heart strip after the IUT
The baby’s 7th and last IUT will be tomorrow, August 13th, when I am 35 weeks and 4 days pregnant. At 35+1 the baby’s estimated weight was 7lbs 3oz so he is still measuring several weeks ahead. During his last ultrasound a few days ago Dr. Trevett noticed that he was in a bad position for the IUT. His bottom/back was pressed up against the cord insertion again, which would make the IUT much harder. We are hoping the baby moves into a better position by tomorrow so that Dr. Trevett can perform the IUT safely. If anything looks risky or difficult tomorrow, Dr. Trevett probably will not go ahead with the IUT and we will deliver by c-section instead. We are really hoping to have a successful IUT so that baby gets a little more time to grow and develop before birth. I will also be taking phenobarbital the last ten days before delivery in order to develop the baby’s liver and lower his chances of hyperbilirubinemia after birth. I was able to take phenobarbital before Nora was born and she had no bilirubin issues at all. Callum was born by emergency c-section at 34 weeks before I could take the phenobarbital and he struggled with high bilirubin for several days. Please pray that the IUT goes well tomorrow and that the baby is born safely at just the right time, whenever that is.
A few recent pictures of the baby and the belly:
Thanks so much for all of your prayer and support. We are almost there!
These guys are so ready to meet their new brother!
Our baby boy is still doing well and growing like crazy. I am 33 weeks exactly today and I feel so thankful to have made it this far with a healthy baby. Our fourth IUT was performed at 29 weeks and 4 days. Baby boy’s estimated weight was 4lbs 3oz. His beginning hematocrit was 25 and ending hematocrit was 42. Everything went smoothly and baby handled the procedure well.
Our fifth IUT was performed two weeks later at 31 weeks and 4 days. Baby weighed 5lbs and 8oz. This time the procedure was much more difficult for Dr. Trevett because of the baby’s position. Somehow he had his back/bottom pressed up against the umbilical cord insertion. The cord was being squeezed by the baby which meant the space the needle had to go into was much smaller than usual. Dr. Trevett and the rest of the team tried everything they could think of to get the baby to move but he wouldn’t budge. They tried tilting the operating table to the left, then to the right. They tried using their hands to manually move the baby and then they tried a buzzer that vibrates and has a loud sound to try and surprise the baby. None of it worked. Dr. Trevett discussed possibly delaying/rescheduling the procedure but we all really wanted to get it over with that day. After several tries, Dr. Trevett was able to get the needle into the squished umbilical cord and the IUT was a success. The baby handled everything surprisingly well. His beginning hematocrit was 28 and ending hematocrit was 42. Here are a few pictures from the last IUT. You can see the needle marks on my belly from multiple attempts into the cord. Usually there are only two tiny scabs left from the needle after an IUT.
On July 19th our Nora Juliet turned five years old! She was able to have a small birthday party with her family and a couple of her good friends. We did it at a nearby lake and stayed outside the whole time to try to lessen our chances of contracting/spreading COVID. It was so hot that the icing started melting and sliding off of her cake, but she didn’t care. She was so excited to be able to swim and play with her friends and have a party. I always think of Dr. Moise on Nora’s birthday (as well as many other moments throughout the year) and feel so thankful for him and the gift he gave to our family. I also praise God for the gift of Nora’s life. We have been blessed beyond comprehension to have Nora here with us for the past five years. She is full of personality and she is so different from her brothers. When I was buying the princess decorations for her party I cried with joy and gratitude because I GOT TO PLAN MY DAUGHTER’S PRINCESS PARTY. I still can’t believe that she survived. I remember fantasizing about having a living daughter and the dream seemed so impossible. Now, every pink item of clothing, every Polly Pocket, every Barbie and baby doll and princess dress in our home feels like a miracle. We are loving every minute of it.
We also were able to squeeze in a family vacation between my doctor’s appointments last week. We stayed in a little cabin in the the Smoky Mountains and got to spend time with my parents and my two brothers and their families. It was so much fun to finally be out of our house. We have been social distancing since March so the kids thought it was incredibly exciting to be in a different environment.
Please continue praying for our smallest boy as he still has two more IUTs left before delivery. The goal is to transfuse at 33+3 and again at 35+3 and then deliver two weeks later. We are really hoping the baby needs very little NICU time since Josh and I won’t be able to visit him much while he’s in there due to COVID restrictions. It hurts my heart thinking that I might only get to see him for a few short hours per day while he’s in the NICU. Nora was born at 38 weeks and was only in the NICU for about 12 hours of observation and then was discharged with me two days later. Callum was born at 34+4 and was in the NICU for almost 3 weeks dealing with anemia, hyperbilirubinemia and preemie issues. The further we can get before delivery, the better. I will update everybody after our next IUT this coming week!
Well, our baby’s anemia escalated quicker than we expected. At 24 weeks the baby’s MoM was 1.23, which is a good number. Six days later his number had jumped to 1.5. A few readings were just below 1.5 and several were as high as 1.56. This is why it is so important to have weekly MCA scans if you have a critical titer. Many MFMs do MCA scans every two weeks, even for women with high or critical titers. Some MFMs say they will scan every two weeks and if the number goes up to 1.3 they will start scanning weekly. But fetal anemia can happen in a matter of days. I can’t imagine what would have happened if we were scanning every two weeks or waiting for a 1.3 to start scanning every week. My son might not be alive right now if we had. Women with antibodies, if you have a Kell titer of 4 or above or any other antibody with a titer of 16 or above, insist on weekly MCA scans. If your MFM won’t provide the weekly MCA scans, find an MFM who will. It is worth it. Always take the path of least regret.
Dr. Trevett performed our son’s first IUT at 25 weeks and 3 days. I was incredibly anxious and nervous imagining all the things that could go wrong and thinking through what would happen if baby had to be delivered at 25 weeks. I was focusing way too much on the fear and risks instead of focusing on God and leaning into Him for comfort. Time and time again I have seen the consequences in my life of not spending enough time reading my Bible and praying. When I don’t discipline myself and set aside time every day to spend with God I make selfish decisions, I live in fear and doubt and I miss out on so much abundance and peace that could be mine.
Anyway, I’ve been so busy that I haven’t been spending daily time with God and leading up to the first IUT I was an emotional mess. We also had COVID risks and restrictions, protests and a curfew in Atlanta that made things a bit more difficult logistically and emotionally. The day before the IUT I was having a lot of contractions, some spotting and decreased movement from the baby. Dr Trevett told me to go right to labor and delivery once we got to Atlanta. Once we were there the baby started moving more and contractions spaced out and basically disappeared. They watched baby closely and he looked fine on the monitors.
The next morning the IUT didn’t go quite as planned. They had trouble getting good access to the cord (possibly because of contractions and shifting of the cord placement.) The paralytic they gave the baby did not work and he continued to kick and move during the procedure. They gave him a second dose of paralytic and he still continued moving around. The anesthesiologist told me once I was in the OR that he had decided to just use a local anesthetic instead of an IV sedative for me, which immediately increased my anxiety. I asked him to please give me the sedative like we had discussed and he did, but it didn’t seem to take the edge off for me. I still felt completely awake and too aware of the procedure to relax. The baby finally bucked and knocked the needle out and Dr. Trevett decided to stop the procedure. Baby’s beginning hematocrit was 25 and it looked like they got 20 ccs of donor blood into the cord but they weren’t able to get an ending hematocrit because the baby was being so crazy.
The baby never slowed down or stopped moving, which is really not safe during an IUT. I was glad that Dr. Trevett and Dr. Gomez (who helps with all of my IUTs) decided to stop the procedure. They repeated the MCA scan the day after the IUT and the MoM was the same as it had been before the IUT which gave the impression that baby was still anemic. Dr. Trevett decided that he wanted to go in again 48 hours later and repeat the IUT. Selfishly, I was very disappointed that we had to do it again so soon but deep down I knew that was the safest choice for the baby. I called Dr. Moise and discussed the IUT with him and felt much better afterwards. He also thought it was a good idea to repeat the IUT 48 hours after the first.
For the third time in a week we drove the four hours to Atlanta (thank you Mom for watching all the kids for us last minute!) This time I knew I had to do a better job preparing mentally and emotionally for the IUT. I spent time reading my Bible, praying, listening to worship music, etc. I read an Instagram post from Kalley Heiligenthal whose two year old daughter, Olive, died earlier this year. The quote affected me deeply and filled me with courage and peace.
They say motherhood is having part of your heart walk around on the outside, in the elements, wild and open. In my case, part of me is out twirling here on this soil through Elsie and part of me is dancing in heaven through Olive. The day Olive left I sobbed, saying it was all worth it for the 2 years 1 month and 10 days I had her here. It’s worth every one of the million tears, worth the vulnerability, the pain. Loving her is worth it all. What I’d give for my freedoms to be limited again by her, for my body to stretch and swell carrying her, for my sleep to be stunted, another epic Olive breakfast hunger strike and a “you guys have to share with each other or mommy’s gonna go crazy” chat. For another snuggle, another “I yove you”, a belly tickle mid-diaper change. My heart on the outside. But I can’t grasp white knuckle to Elsie for fear of losing. I can’t give way to regret, I can’t control or manipulate and call it safety, I can’t measure my love or calculate my heart to avoid pain. I won’t, because that’s not love. That’s not living. It’s a slow death on earth. Love and fear refuse to coexist, so which one’s hand am I holding? Do it right and you’re at risk. What other choice do we have? That’s being a mother, that’s selflessness, that’s choosing to live fully alive, that’s giving our kids the example they deserve of how to do this life. Being a mom is one of the bravest things that can be done, irrevocably putting your heart on the line. Love is worth that, always. -Kalley Heiligenthal
Her words made me realize that I was trying to grasp white knuckle to this baby, to control and manipulate and call it safety. This baby is not Lucy, this situation is different and these doctors sure aren’t the same ones I had with my first Kell pregnancy. As I did with Nora and Callum, I have to make a conscious effort to remember that I am not in control, I have done my best to choose wise, competent doctors and I have advocated well for this baby. I don’t have to allow fear and trauma from my past rule my life. I can place this baby in God’s hands and trust Him to take care of us both.
The second IUT went much better than the first. Dr. Trevett and I both talked to the anesthesiologist about providing conscious sedation for me during the IUT and he did a great job during the procedure. I felt much more relaxed and at peace the second time. Dr. Trevett sedated and paralyzed the baby and he was completely still during the IUT. The beginning hematocrit was 29 and they got it up to about 45. The next IUT is this coming Friday, June 19.
I feel so thankful for Dr. Trevett and Dr. Moise and the whole team of doctors and nurses who are doing their best to help my baby survive. A week ago I had my last IVIG infusion and our whole family was sad to say goodbye to my home care nurse, Jennifer. Once IUTs start, there is basically no point in continuing the IVIG since the purpose of doing the infusions is to prevent/delay the need for IUTs. Jennifer came every week since my first trimester (sometimes twice a week) to administer my IVIG at home. She was so kind and patient with the kids and she was always an encouragement to me. She even gave us a gift card on her last day so we could buy some things for the baby. Jennifer is just one example of the many people working behind the scenes to keep our baby alive and healthy. These people usually get very little recognition for their contributions, but they are so important. My hematologist, Dr. Franco, my nephrologist who handled my plasmapheresis, Dr. Murphy, the doctors and nurses who surgically placed my permacath and port, the nurses and doctors at the infusion center, the many sonographers who take such care scanning my boy every week, the many people scheduling my treatments, drawing my blood, finding matching donor blood for the baby, monitoring the baby during and after IUTs, my OBs, Dr. Chwe and Dr. Howard, the blood donors who gave their blood in order to help a stranger. There are too many people to list but we are thankful for every one of them. Here is a picture of Jennifer and me on my last day of IVIG:
Please continue praying for our baby boy who has several IUTs ahead of him before delivery. Please pray for Dr. Trevett and all of the people working so hard to help our son stay healthy. Here are a few more pictures from the last couple of weeks:
Josh got to join me for the first IUT (only his second time in the OR out of 11 IUTs total)
It’s been a few weeks since I updated the blog. Our baby boy is still doing really well and holding his own against the antibodies week by week. I am now 23 weeks and 4 days pregnant which means that the baby is technically viable. The survival rates for a baby born at 23-24 weeks are not great, but survival is a possibility, which is reassuring. Hopefully he has many more weeks on the inside though!
Below you can see his MoMs for the past few weeks (1.5 means he is anemic enough to need a blood transfusion.) I’ll include Callum and Nora’s numbers for comparison.
Here are Callum’s, Nora’s and Baby’s MoMs:
A few weeks ago we noticed that my titer had gone up from 128 to 512 and baby’s MoM was higher so Dr. Trevett decided that we should repeat the three rounds of plasmapheresis.
After the plasmapheresis treatments I had a double loading dose of IVIG. This seemed to lower baby’s MoMs and my titer went back down to 128. The goal is to help the baby fight off the antibodies and avoid fetal anemia for as long as possible. The later we start IUTs the better since those come with some serious risks and must be repeated every 2-3 weeks until delivery. After the extra plasmapheresis treatments we finally decided it was time to remove my permacath which had been causing problems almost from the start. The permacath is the bulky, double lumen catheter that is used for plasmapheresis treatments. It kept getting clotted and the adhesive on the dressing caused allergic skin reactions. Since the baby is now viable and IUTs are a little bit safer there is no need for any more plasmapheresis treatments, so we knew I wouldn’t be needing the permacath again. It was such a relief to get that thing out of my jugular! I finally was allowed to shower/swim for the first time in 9 weeks and I can pick Callum up without worrying about snagging or pulling on the permacath. I now just have the regular port under my skin that we use every week for my IVIG infusions. That will be surgically removed once we finish IVIG treatments (whenever the first IUT is needed.) Here’s a picture of the permacath before and after removal.
Our baby is still measuring big, usually about 2 weeks ahead, so that is a comfort knowing he will have to be born early. Dr. Trevett’s goal is to do the last IUT at 34-35 weeks and deliver 2-3 weeks after that. But we know realistically that the baby might have to be born anytime between now and 37 weeks. Please pray that the baby will not be born until August (when I’m 34+ weeks.) Here are some pictures of my gigantic belly and our sweet boy. Thanks as always for your amazing support, prayers and encouragement as we navigate this stressful pregnancy.
Our baby boy is still holding steady and doing well. At 17 weeks his MoM was 1.08. Yesterday at 18 weeks his highest MoM was 1.2 and there were no signs of extra fluid, dilated heart or echogenic bowels (possible signs of anemia.) He is growing beautifully and now weighs 9 ounces. He consistently has been measuring about a week or two ahead each time. I fall more in love with him at each ultrasound. What a blessing to get to see my baby grow week after week. He is always super active during his scans. This week the ultrasound tech told me he was the most active baby she had ever scanned. Here are a few pictures from his 18 week ultrasound:
This week has been difficult for me emotionally since this is the gestation that we found out Lucy was severely anemic. As I did during my pregnancies with Nora and Callum, I can’t help but compare this baby’s MoMs with Lucy’s MoM at 18 weeks. Here are all of their numbers together. Remember, 1.5 means the baby is anemic and needs an intrauterine blood transfusion. The closer to 1 the better.
All taken at 18 weeks gestation:
Lucy: 2.5 (no plasmapheresis, no IVIG)
Nora: 1.3-1.48 (plasmapheresis and IVIG)
Callum: 1.3 (plasmapheresis and IVIG)
Baby: 1.2 (plasmapheresis and IVIG)
All of the conversations I had with my MFMs in Alabama during my pregnancy with Lucy come back to me now- asking them to please do an early MCA scan to check Lucy for anemia, asking if we should start plasmapheresis and IVIG treatments, asking for more monitoring, etc. I think of the many times my concerns for Lucy were brushed off. The consequences of those doctors’ decisions still ripple through our family monthly, weekly, daily. Yet the doctors had no consequences and even more disappointing, they didn’t learn from their experience with Lucy. That large teaching hospital still has not updated their monitoring/treatment protocols and they do not offer plasmapheresis and IVIG to patients in similar situations. This is why I have to drive four hours each way just to get an ultrasound every week. Why, after seven years, has there been no improvement? Even after such a catastrophic loss? I think the answer is partially rooted in the fact that the people who made those decisions are not feeling the consequences of their choices. I am. Josh is. Liam, Asher, Nora and Callum are. Lucy got the brunt of it. The other patients who don’t get the best care are feeling the consequences. And it is hard for me to process that emotionally right now. Lucy was worth the extra effort it would have taken for the MFMs to monitor and treat her HDFN correctly. Her life was worth it. I wish they had felt the same way. This baby is getting all of the right care, the right monitoring and the right treatment from an MFM who sees how valuable his life is. It’s beautiful and it’s heartbreaking because Lucy deserved the same treatment that her siblings received and she deserved the same chance at life that they got.
This weekend we had some pretty bad storms in Alabama and there was a possibility of tornadoes in our area. We watched the weather man (James Spann) all day and were ready when the tornado siren went off. All the kids had their helmets on and were in the bathtub within a minute of the tornado warning being issued. Thankfully we were unaffected by the tornado and everyone is safe. James Spann kept repeating a phrase throughout the day that I have not been able to get out of my head. When there were signs of a rotation on radar but they weren’t 100% positive that there was a tornado down, they would still issue a tornado warning for the area. He said, “It’s always best to take the course of least regret.” The phrase resonates deeply with me. So often I see MFMs go the opposite route and provide the patient with the least amount of monitoring possible. But why? What if every single MFM decided to take the course of least regret? If the literature says to scan every 1-2 weeks, then do a scan every week to be safe. Check titers often, check on the baby often. If the MoMs are trending high, then rescan in a few days. Take the course of least regret because the stakes are so high. Lives hang in the balance and the consequences of the doctor’s monitoring and treatment decisions can affect patients for years and decades to come.
Next week will be hard emotionally for me as well since Lucy died at 19 weeks, so I am bracing myself for that. But I am so incredibly thankful for my healthy boy and my amazing doctor who provides such thorough care for us. He leaves no room for regret, regardless of the outcome of this pregnancy.
We checked my titer again this week and unfortunately it has gone from 128 a couple of weeks ago to 512. I will be doing three rounds of plasmapheresis next week in Atlanta and a double loading dose of IVIG right afterwards to try and bring my titer down. Our goal is to help this baby make it as far as possible before needing an IUT. I’m really hoping we can get to viability (22-25 weeks) before needing intervention. Please continue praying for our boy and for our care providers. I hope everyone is staying safe. I will update the blog after next week’s ultrasound.
We had another great scan yesterday at 16 weeks and 1 day, but first, the gender reveal! The video is too long to upload here on my blog so if you want to watch it you can see it on my Facebook page (Bethany Weathersby.) For anyone who just wants to know now without watching the video, we are having our fourth BOY. We were shocked when we heard we were having another boy but now we are feeling really excited about him. Of course, my heart aches for Nora, who will never have a sister here on earth. The news of another brother did break open my Lucy wound again (which happens often) so that has been hard. But we are also very thankful to be given another baby to love and parent. Sometimes I feel like the luckiest person in the world. My mom (who has five kids as well) often says she feels like the richest person in the world when she thinks about her kids and grandkids, and that’s how I’ve been feeling lately- the luckiest, richest person in the world to be given five children.
Yesterday baby’s PSV was consistently 22, which is lower than last week! Using the PSV and the gestational age, that can be calculated to a 1.04 MoM, which is normal and does not indicate anemia. Baby’s heart function looked great, he was super active and of course, there were no signs of fetal hydrops or fluid build up anywhere. Dr. Trevett checked the cord and placenta placement again and it is in the perfect spot for an IUT when it is time to do one. It was kind of hard to get a good picture of baby boy since he was so active and kept kicking and flipping all over the place. Here are a couple of pictures from the ultrasound yesterday.
Dr. Trevett also checked my antibody titer again yesterday. Usually once the titer is critical (4 for Kell and 16 for the other antibodies) there isn’t much need to continue checking the titer since the baby is being checked every week with MCA scans (or SHOULD be checked every week with MCA scans.) Remember, the titer just tells you “how many sharks are in the water with your baby” and the MCA scan tells you “whether your baby is being attacked by the sharks and to what extent.” In my case my antibodies are more aggressive than most, and my titer was VERY high at the beginning of the pregnancy. This is why I have been doing plasmapheresis and IVIG to protect the baby until he is far enough along to receive intrauterine blood transfusions. My titer at the beginning of the pregnancy was 2,048 and after three rounds of plasmapheresis my titer was 128. Three weeks later they checked my titer again and it was 256. The reason they are keeping an eye on my titer is because if it reaches 1,024 or above we will do more plasmapheresis treatments to try to bring it down. Yesterday my titer was back down to 128, which is amazing news! I don’t know why it went down but as Dr. Moise said, no need to argue with success. I was expecting it to be much higher but for some reason it isn’t bouncing back up to the thousands.
Dr. Trevett and I also discussed Coronavirus scenarios (at my request, of course) and he said that if I get the Coronavirus, he will continue to treat me as usual, just completely covered in protective gear from head to toe. If he gets the Coronavirus he has to be isolated and won’t be able to treat me. In that case, I will drive to Houston and be treated by Dr. Moise. Hopefully we will be able to avoid the virus but it still makes me feel more confident just having a tentative plan in place.
Since my appointment yesterday I have finally allowed myself to hope that we might actually be able to bring this baby home alive one day. I’m only 16 weeks, so we still have a long way to go, but each week that passes without intervention is such a gift. Each week brings baby’s survival rate up a little more. Again, I feel like the luckiest, richest person in the world to be given this chance to have five children, a lifelong dream of mine. I thought my dream of a big family was destroyed along with Lucy in 2013, but somehow here I am pregnant again with a healthy baby boy. My next scan is on Monday at 17 weeks and 1 day. I will update the blog afterwards! Thanks so much for encouraging us and praying for our baby boy.
We have some big news to share with everybody (although most of you probably already know!) I’m pregnant and due in September on Callum’s third birthday. We are so excited about this baby and we love him/her so much already.
Our journey to this baby has been different from any of our previous babies. With the first four babies it was a given that we would try for another baby in the future. Even when I was pregnant with Nora I thought that if she survived we would be open to another baby once she was a year or two old. But after Callum was born we really felt like we were done and we had pushed our luck far enough. Even though we had previously wanted five kids, we were tired of being in survival mode and we felt like we could be complete with our four living children. After Callum was born Josh and I prayed that God would give us peace about being finished growing our family and that He would give us confidence as we moved into this new phase of life- out of the family growing phase into the next phase, whatever that looked like. But as we prayed that prayer over and over again God started to do the opposite. He didn’t give us peace about being done. In fact one night I dreamed about my child (whose name meant “bringer of good news”) and I could not get this kid out of my head. I brushed it off for a while and finally told Josh about the dream. He said, “We absolutely are not having any more babies.” I agreed with him. But slowly and steadily God continued to bring this baby to mind, this one last baby, and I felt like He was asking me to step out in faith. So I told God that if He wanted us to try again, then He would have to convince Josh. We found out that the M281 trial was open and accepting patients around that time. It looked like I might qualify for the trial so the possibility of having an intervention free pregnancy and a healthy baby seemed quite intoxicating.
To make a long story short, Josh and I discussed this baby for years and we discussed the idea with our doctors in all three states (Georgia, Alabama, Texas.) Josh decided he was ready to try for our last baby, but it was still scary to take the leap. We know that just because God calls us to do something, it doesn’t mean it will be easy, it will work out the way we want it to or that it won’t involve suffering. But we also know that the greatest miracles and some of the sweetest gifts God has ever given us started with a step of faith. We know from experience that our life story will be so much better if we let God write it. His plans for us are so far beyond what we could ever imagine for ourselves.
Ephesians 3:20 Now to Him who is able to do far more abundantly than all that we ask or think, according to the power at work within us, to Him be the glory
When making these pivotal life decisions it always helps me to go back to the question, “What is my goal/purpose in life?” Is it to be comfortable, financially stable and safe? Is my goal to please others around me? If it was I certainly wouldn’t be pregnant with this baby right now. No, those are not our main goals and those things will not bring us fulfillment. My goal is to know God, enjoy Him, obey Him and bring Him glory with my life; to invest in others and love them well. I don’t always accomplish these goals obviously (I am selfish and sinful at the core) but I WANT to. And when I pursue these things I find true fulfillment. I’m reminded yet again how thankful I am to have a husband who shares the same goals.
So far, this journey God has brought us on has been one of stress, suffering, growth and joy. We started trying for a baby last year and we had a very early miscarriage in July, then a 7 week miscarriage in November. At the same time I was trying to start The Allo Hope Foundation which was another leap of faith that God called me to years before. I will save that story for a different blog post. But this past year has been really hard for our family, even though we are doing what we feel God is calling us to. On New Year’s Day I found out I was pregnant again and I had very little hope that the pregnancy would progress past the first trimester. This fear had nothing to do with my anti-Kell antibodies since they can’t hurt the baby in the first trimester. I was worried because I’ve had four early miscarriages in the past and I turned 39 in January, so my odds of having a first trimester miscarriage were high. I tried not to even think about the baby (basically impossible) but week after week and ultrasound after ultrasound, we have been pleasantly surprised by a healthy thriving baby. So far I’ve had 7 ultrasounds and every time I see my baby my heart opens a little more and my love for this tiny person grows.
I am now a day shy of 14 weeks pregnant. Unfortunatley, the M281 trial was not the right treatment path for us for a couple of reasons. We discovered at the beginning of the pregnancy that my Kell titer was higher than it has ever been, 2,048. With Lucy it was 1,024. So this made us very nervous and we felt uneasy about starting treatment as late as 14 weeks. The M281 trial starts the drug infusions at 14 weeks if the baby is Kell positive. I also found out later that my measles immunity test was 1 point below immune, so that disqualified me from participating in the trial. I had checked my measles immunity before attempting pregnancy and I was definitely over the threshold and was considered immune. For some unknown reason that number dropped between then and when I became pregnant with this baby. Thankfully we went into this pregnancy knowing that if the trial wasn’t the right treatment path for us we could use the same treatment plan that we used with Nora and Callum. I started plasmapheresis and IVIG at 11 weeks. After the three rounds of plasmapheresis my titer had dropped from 2,048 to 128. That is a HUGE drop! We were all very impressed with how well those treatments worked. We will test my titer again on Monday to see how high it is now. I fully expect it to be back in the thousands again, but maybe I will be pleasantly surprised. After a double loading dose of IVIG right after my three rounds of plasmapheresis were done, I am now receiving IVIG every week to try to protect the baby from my antibodies.
We still don’t know if our baby is Kell positive or Kell negative. Each baby has a 50% chance of being Kell positive/negative because Josh is heterozygous for the Kell antigen. However, we know that our last 4 babies, possibly all 5 have been Kell positive. Asher, Lucy, Nora and Callum are all Kell positive and we have never had Liam tested so we aren’t sure about him. On Monday, Josh and I will have our blood drawn in Atlanta and Dr. Trevett will have it sent to The Netherlands to have the cell free dna test done. Then we should hear within a week or two whether the baby is Kell positive or Kell negative. We did the regular NIPT blood test a couple of weeks ago to find out gender and have genetic testing and we got those results back. Thankfully the baby tested negative for the major genetic disorders (trisomies) and we will share baby’s gender with everyone once we know baby’s antigen results.
On Monday I will have my first MCA scan done by Dr. Trevett in Atlanta. Baby will be 14 weeks and 1 day and we are praying that (s)he won’t already be anemic. Please pray with us for a healthy baby and no signs of anemia. These weeks (13, 14, 15) are the most dangerous for the baby since the antibodies could possibly affect him/her and there is very little that can be done for an anemic baby at 13-15 weeks. Intrauterine blood transfusions (intraperitoneal) are possible at 15 weeks but they are very dangerous and the survival rate isn’t great. I will update everyone as soon as we have our ultrasound on Monday. We are thankful to have you along for the ride!