Over the weekend, while I was
posting a photo of a wedding cake, Facebook felt the need to remind me that
last year, on that day, I had posted Sarah Catherine’s 20 week ultrasound
photos.
It got me remembering that
appointment.
Since Dude was 5 at the time,
and so very excited for a new baby, we decided to bring him along. I remember being super nervous for the
appointment. What if something is wrong and I’ve brought my son with? I shoved my anxiety to the side, I’m a
worrier and I often need to talk myself out of thoughts like that.
During the ultrasound, out
little girl (though we chose not to find out gender at the time) was so active,
the ultrasound tech had trouble getting some of the photos she needed. Dude was fascinated by our baby’s bone
structure. When he saw the baby’s spine,
he started asking why she was a skeleton (it was pretty close to Halloween,
after all).
We had no idea that this was
the only time we’d get a chance to see this baby living, moving, and kicking.
When we saw the doctor after
the ultrasound, she was very happy with the result. There were no concerns, so red flags from the
ultrasound. There was absolutely no
indication that our baby was going to stop growing at 25 weeks and that we’d lose
her at 28.
There was nothing but the
nagging worry (that I tried not to voice) that I wasn’t meant to keep this
baby. My belly was expanding, but she
somehow wasn’t real.
I’m glad that the three of us
(me, Hubs, & Dude), got to share the ultrasound and see Sarah Catherine
when she was healthy.
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