Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Today, I had my first of two required appointments with my midwife's supervising practice. Pete and Piper and I drove out, hoping that we'd get to hear Button's heartbeat. I needed something to remind me that I haven't just been sick and dealing with one more health issue I can't escape right now. After the examination, the midwife grabbed the Doppler and we listened to the heartbeat, a strong, healthy 150-160 beat that the midwife said is usually quite fast at this stage.
As we were getting ready to go, she suddenly turned and asked if we'd like to see the baby. I was stunned; we'd just gotten a prescription for the 20-week ultrasound, so her suggestion was completely out of the blue. She smiled and said quietly that she wouldn't charge us for doing it, just if we wanted to see. I had a feeling she was maybe not supposed to do that, but the next thing I knew, the lights were out, and there was our baby up on the screen, little legs crossed and moving new hands and fingers up to its face.
I'm still kinda weepy at this wonderful sweet surprise; I didn't know how much I needed to see my baby, how vulnerable I'd been feeling about the whole thing. I've been staring at the two pictures we got and smiling all the way to my toes about the fact that God actually let me see our new little Button when I totally didn't expect it!
And let me just say, after seeing the pictures, I'm feeling girl...