I’ve looked at other parents-to-be’s ultrasound photos many times, with a puzzled smile. What could there be to be excited about in these fuzzy gray blobs? Were these people even sure that was a baby?
Then, last Friday, it was my turn to lie on a table watching this tiny person move around the screen, putting a tiny fist to its tiny mouth, using the side of the womb as a surface to kick of off, somehow without my feeling it. When I laughed, I could see how my laughter bounced it around its watery home – further proof that we really were looking at something that lives inside of me.
These blurry photos can’t possible convey the awe we felt on Friday, but they are our first look at a miracle that we won’t get to meet until May, and for that, I treasure them.