On Monday I get to hear my baby’s heartbeat for the first time.
I may be 16 weeks along and have an ever growing baby bump but I haven’t been able to hear his or her little heartbeat yet. Our first appointment was when I was 11 weeks along. The doctor asked us a series of questions ranging from medical history to how much I exercise to how big my husband and I were when we were born. It was in this moment I realized I might have to give birth to a nine pound baby but when you start dating someone one of your 30 questions typically does not include how big you were when you were born.
The big moment of anticipation had finally arrived as the doctor tried to find the little heartbeat beating inside of me. The doctor found mine right away, she joked that she did that to make sure I was alive but as the minutes passed a second heartbeat was nowhere to be found. She grabbed a second instrument and tried again. As I watched the doctor desperately try to find a glimmer of a sound my husband was turning white in the corner and my worst fears were coming alive before me.
We were given two options, come back in two weeks and the doctor would try again or have an ultrasound done. As any mother knows, waiting two weeks was simply not an option so we waited in the referral office as the gal tried to schedule us an ultrasound without uttering the phrase “possible miscarriage” over the phone even though we could hear the person on the other end continuously ask why she needed to schedule one so quickly.
As the hours passed our hearts were filled with worry and prayers. You never realize how much you love someone you've never met until you realize that you may never get to meet them. The ultrasound tech poured goop on my stomach and within seconds she turned the screen to show us our baby and its little heartbeat filling in the lines across the screen.
First Ultrasound
A gasp of relief followed by an overwhelming amount of emotions poured out of me so quickly I scared the ultrasound tech and she ran out of the room. We got to meet our baby, confirm that there is only one in there, and know that everything is okay.
Last weekend we painted the nursery and put the crib together. My sister casually talks about my baby shower and Chris is looking at Minnesota Vikings baby onesies online that I joke would be perfect for when the baby has a blowout.
We are planning, we are happy, and we are blessed with this beautiful gift God has given us.
>For this child I prayed, and the Lord answered my prayer. 1 Samuel 1:27<