On a very early morning at eight weeks pregnant, we made the long drive to Ada to our midwife's office. I had no idea what to expect, but when she told us we would be seeing our baby and hearing the heart beat, we were ecstatic. As soon as the little gummy bear showed up on the screen, we both felt it. Not only did the pregnancy become 100% real, the first glimmer of love hit us. We completely tuned out everything the tech was saying and just watched our baby wiggle around on the screen. It really was love at first sight.
On a not-so-early morning at about nine weeks pregnant, we made the short drive to our doctor's office. We knew what to expect this time and we were excited. She didn't make us wait long before she brought the ultrasound machine in. We watched the screen expectantly, waiting for the little gummy bear to show up. As soon as it did, it happened again. The tears flowed as the love struck. The sound of the quick heart beat filled the room and Jared squeezed my hand, exactly like he did when Paxton first wiggled up on the screen. It was love at first sight.
|Baby #2--9 weeks|
Feeling the first kicks and flutters from both boys caused the love to take another leap. I was the one who knew them best. As they got bigger, I could feel every move they made, and laughed every time they got hiccups. I fell asleep knowing that even when they weren't hearing my voice, they were hearing my heart beat.
Nothing compares to the love leap that happened when Paxton was born. When they put him on my chest for the first time, my heart was pounding. Tears were streaming down my face. He was mine. A little later, after he cried through his first bath and his first diaper and his first swaddle, the nurse put him on my chest again. As soon as I said hi to him, he looked up at me and stopped crying. He knew who I was. Beyond the shadow of a doubt, he recognized me and knew me and loved me, and I was his.