Yesterday we peered through Terri's bulging belly and saw, for the first time, grainy grey images of our still-developing 20-week old baby. Still sex-less in our eyes, but referred to as "he" for convenience, he was positioned in the standard doubled-over or "fetal" position - used by me in a non-joking manner for the first time ever yesterday - with his hands over his face like a defensive boxer. We saw fingers. And toes. And femurs. And orbital bones. Elbows. Ankles. Knees. A gently-curved spinal column. Kidneys. Cranium. A huge forehead (mine). Huge lips (also mine). And a tiny beating heart.
I hesitate to devalue this experience by using my standard glib words to describe it any further, but it was definitely something I'll remember.
About me:
- muiseam
- Dartmouth, NS, Canada
- I live on the suburban plains of Cole Harbour. I take my coffee large with single milk. I am an open book. Some days I wish I were a housecat.
2 comments:
I'm glad you decided not to post any glib comments. You really will remember that forever. The moment I first saw the future Myla's teeny hand come across the screen was pretty magical. (We saw this in the scary "8th floor" ultrasound room.) We're so happy you guys are experiencing all of the joys that come with the waiting-for-parenthood stage. There, now you can take out your need to say something glib on what I just said.
Glib response - "it was pretty cool".
The fingers and feet were my favourite.
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