The phone rang. Unrecognized number. My heart stopped. Side note- on the day that Breelyn died, I received a call from a number that I didn’t recognize- I ignored it. It turned out to the be the hospital trying to reach me. Thus- any unrecognized number on my phone results in a mini panic for me. I answer the call, and after confirming my identity, the caller tells me that the test results are negative. My baby doesn’t have DiGeorge’s. He “just” has a congenital heart defect.