My husband and I have been together for about 4 years now. We weren't really planning on getting pregnant but we also weren't preventing it.
When we found out we were so happy, we picked out a name for both sexes and started telling everyone. We were so naive in thinking that doing
everything right would mean a happy healthy baby.
At 16 weeks our doctor called to say one of our tests came back positive and scheduled an ultrasound to be done at 18 weeks. The anticipation
and fear in those 2 weeks was more then I could ever explain. Finally the day came. The ultrasound tech seemed happy, even told us it was a boy
before leaving to get the doctor. We began to get happy again, figuring she wouldn't have said it was a boy if something was wrong.
The doctor came in also in a good mood and asked if we knew what was going on and went on then tell us the bad news. Our baby boy that we had
already come to love so much had anencephaly. I didn't even know what to say, my heart was breaking with every word. I broke down and started to
We had till 22 weeks to decide either induction or D&E. We decided to do induction rather then wait in agony another week to do the D&E.
Our son, Xavier Ceniceros, was born on March 25th, 2010 (5 days after my husband's 20th birthday) at 3:04 pm only weighing 235 grams. We chose
to hold him and have him baptized. They gave us his cap, gown, and blankets he was wrapped in. He will forever be our 1st son and never ever be
"I will never forget you, see upon the palm of my hand I have written your name" -- Isaiah 49:15