My son’s hypospadias is penoscrotal. This is the severe grade and also called proximal hypospadias. We found out about it in utero at our 17 week scan. You know, the one where you go in and see your little bundle for the first time. We were so excited. Just 6 months prior we had two miscarriages, and prior to that, raised a beautiful boy and girl. At that 17 week scan, the snographer threw us for a loop when he spent much too much time analyzing the baby’s gender. He couldn’t seem to figure it out. He used words like ambiguous and stumped. Nevertheless, we were still smitten by our little sweetheart on the screen.
Three days later, I received a call from my OB. She said she’d thought about our case for three days, and had spoken to specialists, techs and a few others doctors about what to do. Naturally, by that point I was turning white. I wasn’t aware following our scan that we were a “case”. She told me they thought the baby was a girl with congenital adrenal hyperplasia which affects 1 in 10,000 to 18,000, or something much more serious that to this day I don’t remember the name of because I almost passed out after Googling it. I was sent to a specialist where we were diagnosed with hypospadias and said we were having a boy. We were thrilled, but that rollercoaster kept on its track the rest of our pregnancy. Some doctors couldn’t see testicles, others still thought the genitalia was ambiguous.
When our baby boy was born, he was absolutely perfect. He did have severe hypospadias but I had nearly my entire pregnancy to research that, so that I could handle. I fought our insurance for 6 months for out-of-plan coverage to see Dr. Warren Snodgrass in Texas for the repair. We lost that battle, but we got on his schedule anyways with his gracious discount for no-insurance families, and the first stage repair was scheduled for when our little guy was 6 months old.