The Day of my Fetal MRI

Today is the 9 year anniversary of my fetal MRI with my son Zion. He was born with Spina Bifida a few months later.

I’ve gotten to writing about traumatic events more publicly to reclaim my power and rid myself of the shame of the event that I held unnecessarily for many years.

So that’s what this is.

I posted this short blurb on Facebook earlier and decided to make it a blog post here:

“This was the day of my fetal MRI with Zion to confirm what they thought they saw on the ultrasound.

I was 21 weeks pregnant and it took over an hour to get the images. I went by myself and I was in pain from lying on my back for over an hour while pregnant.

It was my first trip to Children’s Hospital (spoiler: it was not my last).

I remember singing this song to Zion during the MRI because he was moving around so much in my stomach and I thought he was scared. After he was born my thoughts were confirmed because for years he was startled by loud noises (like MRI machines).

It clearly was a very memorable moment and the first time I recall feeling like I was directly interacting with my son whom the doctors kept telling me to abort.

Thanks to Daphne Rice-Bruce for singing this at church the previous Sunday.

It helped Zion and I get through that season. 💛”

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