We had our in depth ultra sound on MLK Day (it does a body good), where we got to see the babe in more detail. I admit I was quite nervous. With the extreme basket case I was in the first trimester, I had what I thought was ample reason to worry about the development of this fetus.
My mid-wife made sure to schedule me at an internal fetal medicine clinic that specializes in strictly ultra sounds, multiple births, high-risk pregnancies, etc. I was grateful for that...but again, it made me nervous. (Since I have no history of complicated pregnancies, miscarriage, etc). But I know she wanted the best treatment for me--a paranoid bereaved mother. (And her favorite patient).
When I entered the room there was a "team" of specialists waiting for me. They asked me if I wanted to participate in a new study. (Apparently it is going to be standard procedure in the near future to have an...excuse me boys...vaginal ultra sound required at your 20 week appt. to measure the length of your cervix. They told me a short cervix can be a big sign of pre-term labor. The research team told me they are hoping to prove that this invasiveness (just made up that word) is unnecessary and will take too much time. I didn't quite understand it all but I chose to participate in the name of women's health. I was given an envelope after I signed the consent form and one of three options would be inside--measure my cervix on the outside of my body.(?) take a measurement during the actual ultra sound, or get the royal treatment with the vaginal wand. They claimed to not know which one of the three was in the envelope. You guessed it...)
Thoughts on this?
But I digress...when the doc came in to give us the full report on our little girl (yes, it was re-confirmed that "it" is still a "she"), he made small talk for quite a while. Get to the point, damn it! To make a boring story short, everything is fine. More than fine. Super healthy and great. I've got a nice long cervix, too.
When the "team" left us in the darkness of our ultrasound room, I bent down with my bulging tummy and gave Vic a squeeze. I kept telling the nurses how grateful I was for my health. I told them what this little girl means to us...about Lucy.
Something far too sweet about Peter, is that when he sees Vic and I hugging or kissing, he wants to join in on the action. Taking a break from his Prince of Egypt viewing, he walked over and put his little arms around both of us. It was so tender. I'll let you guess if Vic and I were crying.
Next, we hit up Beto's for our favorite--Carne Asada Tortas (Americans don't know enough about tortas. But I do, since I'm married to a Latin).
Then it was onto the aquarium.
It was a beautiful day together.
It feels so right to celebrate the little things and find joy in the ordinary. Because really, it is all extraordinary.
I feel two kinds of life inside me these days. That of my little girl, and my own love of life--something that has been alluding me for quite some time. For all the spark of life, I am very grateful.