Tuesday, February 9, 2010
I am finally home and able to sit down to tell you all about my anatomy ultrasound scan today!
I walked into the office and was asking Joseph what the woman's name was that did our 13w4d scan earlier in the pregnancy because she has a theory for predicting if a baby was a male or female by the angle of how the genital area sloped at that early of a gestation. She said she was not sure how accurate it was because nobody ever came back to tell her if she was right. I promised I would find her and let her know if she were correct. Well, guess who my Technician was today? Bobbi! The same woman I had do my scan 6 weeks ago.
As I laid down on the chair for her to begin my scan I started shaking. I wasn't cold, but my nerves were mush by this point. I warned Bobbi ahead of time that I needed her to talk to me as she was doing the scan and to let me know immediately if she saw any red flags. I needed to know one way or another what we were facing.
First words out of her mouth just seconds after putting the wand on my belly was, "Well, it's definitely a boy!" Seth's little tush was the very first image we saw of him today! He wanted us to know very clearly that he was indeed a baby boy. I replied quickly with, "That's great! Can we please get to the healthy part now"... I realized in that particular moment how the gender of this baby didn't mean squat to me compared to the health of the amazing little life growing and squirming around inside of me. Healthy was the only word I truly wanted to hear, although, when all was said and done, hearing boy was my second favorite word of the day!
I know I must have drove Bobbi insane with the millions of times I asked her "Is everything okay. Are you sure you don't see any reasons to be concerned. You promise you'd tell me if you saw something, right?" She was a good sport and kindly calmed my fears each time. Every time she took a measurement, she assured me it was measuring perfectly normal. I couldn't have asked for a better technician.
When the scan was over, Bobbi handed me the pictures of Seth and congratulated me on a healthy baby boy. I felt immense happiness and relief over the fact that I knew Seth was healthy. But I also felt sad that Wyatt couldn't have received this same diagnosis not even a year ago. I felt guilty for being happy that Seth received a better diagnosis than Wyatt. I can't even put into words all the emotions I felt course through my body simultaneously.
I didn't cry while Bobbi was in the room with us, but when she left to have the doctor come in and verify that all was truly okay with Seth's health and development, I fingered through his pictures from the scan and started bawling. Did my ears really hear the word healthy? I felt like I'd stopped breathing the second I got two pink lines on my pregnancy test back in November, and for the first time since then, I'd finally taken in my first fresh breath of air. It was a wonderful feeling.
In the spirit of Joseph being a Marine I have to share this ultrasound picture of Seth with you. I'd say he takes after his daddy, wouldn't you?!
Haha! I couldn't resist! Of course that really isn't a true picture of Seth no matter how great Joseph thinks that might be. It's hard enough giving birth to a baby, much less a helmet and machine gun! I don't want to be the first woman to attempt this feat...
In all seriousness, here are some actual pictures of Seth from today.
I think he may in fact take after me a bit more than Joseph (much to my delight and Joseph's dismay), because Bobbi kept catching Seth in the middle of yawns! Yes Seth, I agree, 7:30 in the morning appointments are for the birds... Beds weren't meant to be gotten out of until at least noon :) Here's my favorite picture of our little sleepyhead... yawning of course!
Thank you for all of your prayers! I am overflowing with thankfulness that I am able to say that Seth Alexander is a perfectly healthy baby boy! Thank you lord!