|almost 27 weeks. 2.4 lbs|
please, 10 minutes of a normal, sweet, happy baby ultrasound before we look at my placenta!
I am desperate to just ENJOY this baby and separate the fear from the miracle.
My favorite sonographer is also the very best. She has written text books and is a calm, sweet, humble woman. (She reminds me of Julie Merrill- if you know her.) She looked at my placenta and disagreed with my previous ultrasound reading... she still doesn't think the placenta has gone through all the levels of my bladder-- it COULD just pull off easily after delivery. AND, she saw no conclusive evidence that my placenta is into my colon. !! Yes, there is still 6 weeks for my placenta to grow-- but to her, things seemed to be holding steady NOT getting incredibly worse by the day. That was SO good to hear.
After all the medical stuff was finalized, she sent everyone out of the room to write up the reports and said, "I hear you need some happy time with your baby... lets see what I can do." She explained that she spends most of her time taking pictures of babies with genetic defects and that she would love to take some 3d images of my perfect little guy. I couldn't help the tears that poured down my face as she showed me image after image of the sweetest little guy ever...
And, even though I know it hasn't been easy for him inside my womb these past few months... he looked sweet and peaceful. I'm so grateful for that. I'm grateful for a kind doctor who took a few extra minutes to soothe a pregnant woman's soul. I'm grateful for the miracle of birth and for modern technology. My little guy was tucked way into my pelvic bone, his feet were straight up by his head, his cord was right in front of his face and his hands were wrapped up around his head... and still we got these darling shots.
|a baby foot.|
Now... I need a name for this sweet baby boy.