Our Baby's Heart
We heard our baby's heartbeat, this evening.
Lindsay's mother is a doctor and works in a low-risk pregnancy clinic, so she invited us in after-hours to listen.
I expected it to sound percussive, like a little drum hammering away. But, it was a different sound, reminding me of what you might expect from a sheet of metal being flapped up and down.
And earlier in the day, a woman I worked with who is away on maternity leave dropped in with her month-old daughter. The girl, Mya, was beautiful.
It's remarkable, at the end of the day, how much weight is carried in the memory of eight pounds of baby and a nine week old heartbeat.
Lindsay's mother is a doctor and works in a low-risk pregnancy clinic, so she invited us in after-hours to listen.
I expected it to sound percussive, like a little drum hammering away. But, it was a different sound, reminding me of what you might expect from a sheet of metal being flapped up and down.
And earlier in the day, a woman I worked with who is away on maternity leave dropped in with her month-old daughter. The girl, Mya, was beautiful.
It's remarkable, at the end of the day, how much weight is carried in the memory of eight pounds of baby and a nine week old heartbeat.
posted by Eric at 12:00 AM
2 Comments:
That's nice bro. I saw our baby's heart beat a few weeks ago. Isn't it amazing?
It sucks that we can't be living in the same city while we experience the same things.
Us as fathers is a crazy thing :-)
It is too bad that we can't experience this together. It would be nice to have a friend around who is going through the same thing.
And, yes, us as fathers is a crazy thing.
Peace.
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