Pregnancy Emotions: A Mother's Love
My big brown eyes stayed glued to the screen as I watched the mouse drag a ruler across each and every bone in my baby's body. I was lying there perfectly still as I watched the measurements being plugged into what looked to be math equations. In my head I would try and guess what bone was being measured before I was told, but I always seemed to be wrong. After finding out what bone was being measured I would look around the room to find my boyfriend and see the smile on his face. This was the first doctor's appointment he had been to.
She had worked her way around my baby's whole body measuring it head to toe, and then it was the moment that we had all been waiting anxiously for. It was time to find out what I was going to be having. Of course, I am the one pregnant lady with the difficult child that wants to sit so that we couldn't find out unless the baby would decide to squirm around.
The ultrasound technician decided to take things into her own hands and she took the wand and was tapping all around my belly until the baby moved. My heart seemed to be beating a million beats a minute but at the same time it seemed to just stop. Then I hear the three magical words every mother can't wait to hear. "It's a boy!"
I immediately had turned my head over to my boyfriend to see his eyes fill with tears and his wide smile begin to tremble. He had wanted a boy from the minute I told him I was pregnant. I, on the other hand, was hoping for a girl. I was happy though. It felt to me, like a Christmas morning, waking up and tearing through all the layers of wrapping paper to realize I had gotten everything I had asked for plus more.
My mind was an overflow of thoughts that I couldn't seem to stop. Was he healthy? Were his bones measuring to be the recommended length? What color hair is he going to have? Will he have fair skin and freckles like me or tan skin like his dad? But with all of that going on I still managed to keep my eyes on the screen as she was plugging away at the last few numbers.
Then it was time to hear his little heart beating inside his round barrel chest. The pattern of the beating pops up on the monitor as we all sit silently listening to the seemingly fast whoosh noise coming from the wand. An instant smile appeared on my face, as it always has every time I hear that noise. A feeling of relief came across my body every time I'm told his heart beat sounds perfect.
She changed the way you can view the screen so now we could see his whole body. Now it was time for her to take pictures. She would get him right where she wanted him, click a button and do this over and over again. I heard the printer turn on and the pictures starting to roll out of the machine as she took tissue and wiped off her wand and put it away in its place on the desk. She then took the cloth she had tucked in the top of pants and wiped off the warm gel she had on my belly.
My mom handed my belly button ring back and I slid that in and pulled my shirt back down and slowly sat up. We walked out of the room and thanked her as we exited and collected the pictures and went and sat down in the waiting room to eventually get to talk to the doctor. I looked at the pictures ignoring the waiting room sounds around me. It's only my son I could focus on and all I could feel is a mother's kind of love come over me.