Oh, I still remember.
The technician likely remembers it, too.
I still remember…the cold blue-y goop.
I still remember…the tranducer on my belly.
I still remember…that time as I ever knew it…stopped.
I had gone alone…no point in bringing anyone along …nothing to see here but fuzzy snow that could be an alien in another world, or a human fetus here in ours. Meh. I’d had three kids already. Novelty had looooooong since worn off. Just tell me “it’s okay” and I’ll be on my merry way.
It took me all of one second to not only register, but also process AND grab the technician’s leg. Her knee, actually…I felt her grimace.
“Do you know what you’re looking at?” the technician asked me.
“Holy. Shit.” was my reply.
The baby was, indeed, fine.
The baby was, indeed, also fine.
You have GOT to be shit-assed kidding me!
Yup. I had myself a two-for-one special.
“Well, let me get a picture of this before they get too big…” was the technician’s timid response. (Two babies, one screenshot)
See, those two words were all I could manage to stammer out of my mouth that suddenly felt a thousand times drier than the Sahara itself. I don’t think she understood what, exactly, I was feeling at that moment.
Neither did I.
The day that time stood still.
(ultrasound of heads taken at 36 weeks)
Everything changed. I had to quit my job early. I never went back. Call it my own personal TSN Turning Point.
They were born, awesomely, on SuperBowl Sunday, 2007. 😮
And I wouldn’t change it for all the cosmic wonder in the world.
This post was written as part of NHBPM – 30 health posts in 30 days: http://info.wegohealth.com/NHBPM