I think Don Johnson said it best in 1986. “Heartbeat, I’m lookin for a heart beat.”
Jodi and I had our second appointment yesterday. This was supposed to be the “hear the heartbeat” visit. But, I guess it just wasn’t meant to be.
The second appointment started alot like the first. Jodi and I both got off work early, we met in the Outback parking lot so we could ride together, and we were both excited; this time to hear our little buddy’s “Heartbeat”.
We get to the women’s center and when we are in the elevator we start talking about what is going to happen. As the doors open I tell Jodi that I am a little worried that I am not going to be as excited as I was for the first one. Everyone has told me “wait until you hear the heartbeat”, so I feel like I have to live up to these expectations. But I really liked seeing him, what if I don’t react the same way from hearing him?
When we first walked into the office the first question my wife asked was “do you need a urine sample?” The reason for her concern was that she really had to go. The receptionist said yes, so Jodi thought she was going to have to hold it. As we are about to go sit down, the receptionist said “if you really have to go, we can get your sample now.” Lifesaver!
While you sit in the waiting room they have a TV that is entertianing you with some CNN health channel. Did you know that 67% of the nations water supply has flouride added to it. Well I do and now you do too.
Jodi’s name gets called and we head back. She hops on the scale and it reads the same number as the first appointment. I ask the nurse if this is normal and she says it is fine and ushers us into the room.
Jodi hops on the transformer and we wait. We are sitting there for a little while and then the mid-wife comes in. She asks us some questions and then I ask her if it is normal that my wife hasn’t gained any weight. She tells me that they don’t even worry about weight, as long as she is eating, in the first trimester. To which I reply, “I don’t get it, she has definitly gained girth?” They both just laughed.
So now the mid-wife takes this microphone looking thing that is attached to what looks like a tape recorder, but is actually some sort of speaker. They goop up my wife’s belly and start rubbing the mic on it. They were shoving it into her gut, moving it around, but they couldn’t hear anything. We were starting to get worried, but the mid-wife said they were going to get a better mic. Again she tried but no matter how hard she was “looking for a heartbeat” she couldn’t find one.
Later Jodi and I talked about how we were worried that maybe something was wrong. I think the mid-wife could sense the concern from us and she told us that Jodi’s uterus was sitting very far back and that was proboably why we couldn’t hear him. She also said we would just go do another ultra-sound if we didn’t hear it.
So we didn’t hear him and we had to change rooms. The ladies left and Jodi had to get dressed. We both looked at each other and to our surprise we were both excited. Jodi actually liked the idea of seeing him better, and as you know from the beginning of this entry that is what I preferred too.
So we went in the the other room and they dimmed the lights. Next thing we new there he was up on the monitor again. But, this time it was so much better. He actually looked like a baby. A very small miniture baby, but still. He was no longer the shape of a peanut with stubs. He had legs with knees and arms, and I think he was actually break-dancing. The nurse said that the way his chest and head were moving he had the hiccups. It was so awesome to see him looking somewhat human!
We got another picture which I will upload soon, but what an awesome experience, again. God is so amazing, our baby is alive, developing, growing and even break-dancing. This is no accident, this is God at work.