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Four days after I had Ella, I signed up for the Disney Star Wars Half Marathon thinking that by the time Ella turned 6 months, she would be so self sufficient that I would have all the time in the world to train for a race. Rookie mistake … or should I say Wookie mistak. haaaaaa. I like to joke that my friend Court took advantage of my postpartum vulnerability by talking me into signing up for this race but the truth is I’m so glad she did. Even if I didn’t get a chance to train for it, it certainly jump started my running again. She was such a good sport, running along side of me when she could’ve probably finished in half the time. Continue reading “STAR WARS HALF MARATHON”

Ella Caroline Choi

With the new year I hope to start documenting our lives here again. Since the last entry, life has just been so incredibly busy to say the least. The last trimester of pregnancy flew by and the first 6 months of being a new mom just consumed every.single.minute of my day. However, with baby girl turning 7 months this week and growing at lightening speed, I’m searching for ways to record and help me remember these precious moments that are ever so fleeting. I hope this blog can help me do just that. I will fill in the last 6 months (tons …TONS of pictures) but for now, let me introduce Ella Caroline Choi. She’s 7 months this week and has been such a joy! What a happy baby we are blessed with! Happy New Year!

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Back with some news

Hi Friends, I’m back with some news. I want to fill you in on all the ups and downs of life while I was away but first, let me start by saying this ~ I’m 24 weeks pregnant and everything is ok. To say we are happy and thrilled to meet our little girl (yep, it’s a girl!) in less than 4 months is an understatement. I’ve thought a lot about how to tell this story here and in the end I think it’s best to tell the whole story. Afterall, it’s my blog, it’s my life and I think I’m finally ready to put it into words.


It all started last year in March when we first moved into the condo. Boxes were unpacked, internet not set up, plastic wrapping still on the mattress when I found out that I was pregnant. (surprise!) It was so unexpected that I thought it was food poisoning then maybe fatigue from the move, but when I started running for the toilet at 2 in the morning Aaron said it’s time to pee on a stick. By the way, I now know why those pregnancy test kits come in sets of 3 – because we were in utter shock and it took 3 positive tests to convince us it wasn’t a mistake. It was pretty funny how shocked we were – one would think we didn’t know how babies are made by our reactions. I will never forget that night, standing in the bathroom with Dug and suddenly everything changed.

It took a few weeks for everything to really sink in. My parents cried, Aaron’s parents thanked us (haha) and while we knew it was too early to tell our friends, we couldn’t contain our excitement to our closest friends. I also began to experience the worse nausea of my life! I was barely functional but it didn’t matter – I had a life growing inside of me. At 9 weeks, we took our first ultrasound and saw our baby for the first time. I will never forget that moment either – it was so amazing and a little creepy. I didn’t expect the little blob looking thing to be moving and waving so much at 9 weeks. Everything looked good at that point. Then at 11 weeks, we took the nuchal prenatal screening without thinking very deeply about it – we were just excited to see the baby again, this time on a higher definition ultrasound. All I knew was that they measure the thickness of the nuchal which is right behind the neck of the baby – and I remember as soon as they showed the profile of the baby I thought ‘woa, that looks thick’ but what did I know? I don’t know what babies are suppose to look like at that stage. After the scan, they asked us to wait for the doctor and when the doctor came, he took us to another room and we met our genetic counselor – a small women with some sort of genetic disorder in a wheelchair name Tara. Even at that point, I hadn’t thought anything was wrong. Looking back, I feel so naive and almost foolish to assume that everything would just be fine. By now, Aaron and I know the drill – when they take you to another room, it’s not good news. I’m not going to bore you with the medical details but let’s just say that prenatal screening is only a screening, meaning that it will tell you the likelihood of a chromosome abnormality. If it’s an abnormal screening, you go on to actual testings to verify the baby’s chromosome. In our case, at that point, they already knew something was terribly wrong. A normal baby should have nuchal measurements from 1-3mm, 3.5-4mm begins to raise flags and 4mm they start telling you that there’s a 1 in 4 chance of down syndrome or other abnormality and will need further testings to confirm. Our baby had a 9mm nuchal – which already is considered a cycstic hygroma. They couldn’t tell us for sure what chromosome abnormality the baby had, but they knew for sure the prognosis is very grim and that I had a 90% of miscarriage before 19 weeks. If pregnancy continued there were health concerns for me. There was just not a single ounce of good news from that ultrasound.

Like I said, I’m going to skip through a lot of the medical stuff because it got really complicated. For our case, it was never straightforward, it was always ‘we know this baby won’t make it but we can’t tell you definitively what the abnormality is.’ In the end, what the baby most likely had was trisomy 15 mosaicism and the reason they couldn’t confirm has to do with how it was identified on the placenta but not in the amniotic fluid. Had our ultrasound have been normal, there might have been a chance for normal baby but because the ultrasound was so obviously abnormal, they were certain it was some sort of chromosome abnormality and the only one they’ve found is trisomy 15. The whole thing was just rare – trisomy 15 is pretty rare especially making it to second trimester, mosaicism is rare, given our age and medical history, hitting these odds was rare rare rare. Our dr has never seen a 9 mm cycstic hygroma in his 30+ years of practice at ucsd. Our genetic counselor, Tara, could only find us 5 cases of trisomy 15 in medical literature that have survived birth – and they all died in infancy. The whole thing was just so hard to understand and the results from tests trickled in weeks after weeks. With our limited knowledge, we try to understand what these tiny pieces of information meant for us …personally. I sat at home and grew a baby inside of me knowing that it wasn’t ours to keep.  We prayed, we cried, we named our baby boy, Eidom, a derivation from the greek new testament that means ‘we will see him again.’ The pregnancy ended at 18 weeks and 5 days on June 5th.

The thing is, throughout the whole thing, multiple doctors have told us that this was an anomaly. We were struck by lightening and the chances of it happening again is very slim. (All I can remember are stories of people getting struck by lightening multiple times!)  We were suppose to go home and grieve then look forward to the next pregnancy because that will get us through. So we did just that. We cried, we rested, we unpacked, we tried to live again. It was the strangest 3 months, it’s as if a switch had been turned on inside of me to be a mother but I had no baby. We tried so hard to move on but it felt so empty. I don’t think Aaron and I have ever felt so close and so alone at the same time. We were lucky and we got pregnant relative quickly but we were very anxious. We tried to contain our excitement and was nervous about everything. The nausea set in again and we began to dread the 11 week screening. At week 6 I went into the ER for relatively minor spotting – but now that I have a ‘history’ the nurses wanted me to get it checked out immediately. We were lucky that day, the ER was quiet and there was a Dr on call that can use the ultrasound (I guess not all Dr in the ER can?) so we saw our baby at 6 weeks. We saw her heart beating at 151 bpm and the Dr said it started beating just that day. (how do they know that?) Week 6 ultrasound is nothing but a little blurb of tissue with a beating heart. Then 11 weeks came and we did the screening, they take multiple measurements – 3.1mm, 3.3mm, 3.2mm, 3.5mm and bam! 4mm. We were then escorted off to Tara’s office. We’ve gotten to know Tara quite well by then. She’s the one that calls us with all the test results and explains all the statistics to us. I saw the look on her face and started crying. The thing is, 4 mm isn’t all that bad. It meant that the baby had a 70% of being normal, 20% of chromosome abnormality and 10% cardio abnormality. It’s not terrible considering what we went through, but it felt devastating! Nothing comes easy. So then we went through another round of testings. CVS at 12 weeks, anatomy scan at 17 weeks, fetal echo at 19weeks. Luckily, all the tests came back normal and at this point, our chance of a healthy baby is the same as any other normal pregnancy at my age. so there you go, that’s how we know everything is ok … for now. And we are so so so grateful that everything is ok.

I know it’s sad and probably makes people uncomfortable when I talk about my first pregnancy but that’s just my story – it’s all one story to me, I don’t know how to tell it without starting from the beginning. Without what happened last year, I wouldn’t be pregnant with this one now. I would’ve been thankful but there is a deeper understanding of grace and gratefulness that comes with this pregnancy. In the last couple years of blogging, I’ve enjoyed documenting our lives here and it just didn’t seem right to come back without a proper explanation of why there was a gap in the archive. Thank you for reading and I’m excited to be back. I have a backlog of Dug pictures sitting on my desktop to share :)


Apartment Therapy

While I was sick in bed last week, Apartment Therapy started running our series – they’ve been banging them out! Post 1-8 are up already if you’d like to see. Sometimes I forget how much work we’ve put into this place until I see those before pictures. I’m so thankful that the shag green carpet in the bathroom is a distant memory!

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Sick as a dog

Oy friends! Sorry for disappearing on you! I’ve been sick as a dog the past couple of weeks – it was hard to get out of bed, let alone get any work done in front of a computer screen. I’m finally starting to feel better this week and have missed this space. Here are some pictures of mainly what Dug has been up.

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Photo Oct 13, 11 22 08 AMDecided to dust off my knitting needles (does that even collect dust?!)

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Photo Oct 13, 9 47 35 PMOur friends took us to Juniper Ivy – anyone fans of top chef? It’s Richard Blais’s restaurant. What a treat!

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Dug the Sushi

Photo Oct 08, 11 25 18 AMWe were up at my parent’s earlier this week and I decided to take the down time to start Dug’s Halloween custom. heh heh. We actually haven’t found a dog parade or party to go to yet but hey, never hurts to plan ahead right? Dug is such a good sport, letting me mess with him to fulfill the dog-in-costume shaped hole in my heart. Hopefully we will be participate in some kind of Halloween festivity later this month as a family because I have plans to make a Kikkoman t-shirt for Aaron :) Happy October Everyone! (ps After I added the grains of rice on his costume, he looked more like a sheep with a piece of salmon strapped on his back, don’t ya think?)

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