First sonogram. We are told this will determine if we get one screaming child or multiples. We are excited. We are prepared or so we think. Let’s start the show.
Room goes dark. I am instructed to “Go to my spot.” I stand there and literally say nothing for the next 15 minutes. For people who know me this is at least one of the signs of the apocalypse (get thee to confession immediately). I just listen and look at my wife. I only count one bean. No twins or multiples.
It is awe inspiring. A tiny little bean WITH a very noticeable heartbeat is on the TV. It is a strange feeling. I can’t help wondering is it a boy or girl, will it grow up to graduate college, will it hate the University of Georgia the same way I do?
It is a moment in life. I’ll never forget it as long as I live. For the first time I felt like something was waaaaay more important than me. There it was and it was great. I’m not a sentimental guy, but that moment kind of consumes you.
The rest of the appointment was a blur. We are told about testing options for birth defects, but to me my little bean is perfect already.
Not all posts are funny. Sometimes there is no joke. Sometimes there is just a moment. A moment you chose to remember.
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