Heart-Pounding Dr. Visit

Well, let me catch my breath. Can’t say I enjoy visiting doctors these days. Who does?

So… we’re already leery heading into the patient room awaiting the Doppler test. We just want to hear the baby’s heartbeat. The 12 week visit is the scariest because it was at this point that we lost two babies before. Then, our OB can’t find the heartbeat, tries some more, can’t find it, we think, “Oh no… not again…”

Of course, she’s upbeat and says the baby is just being “tricky” and ushers us over to the ultrasound lab for a more thorough test.

We wait an anxious 10 minutes, playing with Barret and trying to maintain our composure. (When I say “our” I mostly mean “my.”)

Then, it’s our turn and after a long 20 seconds we hear the sound that every parent longs to hear, “vvaa vvoom vvaa vvoom”.

I’m getting too old for this stuff. Our praise to God for all His good gifts.