Trey Noel.
That's at least what my brain named the third one. He was supposed to have been born on Christmas Day, and he was my third, so I suppose it would be fitting. Whether my husband had any ideas on the subject, I don't know.
Today was when I found out what the problem was. Trisomy 17. 47 XY +17.
Three for three. All three have been chromosomal issues at this point (the second, having been a blighted ovum, has an 80% chance of having been a chromosomal problem).
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