At my doctor’s office, mommies-and-daddies-to-be can expect to get two ultrasounds. The first of which is a dating ultrasound and the second is done around 20 weeks.
The first ultrasound was amazing. Sure, we saw the two little lines on the home pregnancy test that said “Jackpot, you’re pregnant!”, but this particular ultrasound made it real. Really real.
As the tech gently (not!) scanned my lady bits during this trans-vaginal ultrasound, we could see a tiny little speck on the screen. Inside the tiny little speck was a beautiful flashing heart, pumping away. Our baby. No bigger than a piece of rice, our tech commented. Holy moley. Our beautiful, teeny-tiny rice baby.
I wasn’t sure that anything could trump that visit.
Until our 12 week appointment when we got to hear the little one’s heart pitter-pattering away. “Oh, someone’s happy and healthy in there!” *the sound of a little thud* “And kicking away!” exclaimed our doctor. This was my first solid Mommy moment. Our doctor said our baby was happy! I cried on my drive back to work (and I’m NOT a crier!).
Nothing could top that, right?
Last week, around our 19 week mark, we got the “big” ultrasound. Now, if we were going to find out the gender of the baby, this would have been the ultrasound we’d be looking forward to. But my husband and I are Team Green, patiently waiting until the baby’s birth-day to find out.
The tech squirted an obscene amount of jelly on my belly (insert Destiny’s Child song here) and away we went into BabyLand. She placed the ultrasound tool on me and almost instantly we saw our little one moving around. Like, we actually saw hands and feet and kicking and dancing the cha-cha (I swear!). I’m not sure if I was more mesmerized by the baby or by seeing my husband’s reaction. His eyes were wide with amazement, staring happily at the 42” screen showing us our baby. I got a tiny little tear in my right eye – but just one.
The tech carefully sought out and described each part of the baby’s body, paying special attention to the spine, the different parts of the brain and the four chambers of the baby’s sweet little heart. We were almost too in awe to speak. In fact, I think I responded to the tech simply with a laugh every time she mentioned a body part.
Nothing – nothing could possibly top this.
Until the tech hit a button and magically the baby’s face was in 4D. Boo-yah! The little one had his or her hands in fists up by its face. It was tired and refusing to let the tech get a clear picture of its face. I laughed saying that the baby is stubborn and doesn’t like to be woken up, just like his/her mama! Then my husband commented that Alissa isn’t going to be so happy that the little one doesn’t like getting its picture taken! Although, I’m sure that will change – no worries, Lissa. :o)
As it turned out, we wouldn’t have been able to find out the gender, even if we had wanted to! The baby wasn’t cooperating and refused to open its legs for the tech. (I’m going to take that as a good sign if the baby is a girl!) The doctor needs to get a clear shot of the umbilical cord insertion point, so he ordered another ultrasound in a few weeks. But Baby looks GREAT, which is music to a mommy’s ears, so I don’t mind getting some more pictures.
And so the picture obsession begins. Because you can never have enough pictures of your kids, right, A Fleeting Moment fans?!?!
(Added from Alissa....I am going to get my little hands on Tara's belly soon....it is tough being even an hour away we don't get to see much of each other)
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