REW - Catching Up

On the first (and awesome) Monday, of the sixth month, of the twelfth post second millennium year,  it was confirmed by the ‘n-th’ pregnancy test that Lindsay and I were going to have a baby. Before long we had our first doctor’s appointment, it was scheduled on July 12, 2012.
We went to the hospital in Greenville because Lindsay found out that a group of midwives offered their services at that hospital. Here is photographic evidence of her first checkup:

First appointment with the midwife

That same day we had to go to an off-site lab to get her blood-work done, because of insurance related reasons. Here is Lindsay suffering through the vampiric process of acquiring her blood for testing.

On July 16, the midwife scheduled our first Ultrasound. We were hyper-excited because it would be the first time we would see our developing baby. We got to the hospital just in time, but in proper health care provider style we were made to wait. We waited and waited some more, and after 30 minutes of ‘nervexcitement’ we were called back to the ultrasound room. After Lindsay changed into her gown, we were ready to take a trip into her body and visit our baby for the first time. The technician tried doing it abdominally first, but to no avail, so she called upon the help of the vaginal probe. After a few seconds she was able to track down our baby, there she was our little baby.

The technician performed the measurements and everything that the protocol required, but she started acting strangely and started asking questions about our baby’s conception and Lindsay’s last period, etc. According to the midwife Lindsay was 8 weeks along, but due to mathematical problems, of algebraic proportions, she was wrong, and it turns out that our dear baby was only six weeks old. Because of that stupid mistake we weren’t able to hear it’s precious little heartbeat, which we were extremely excited and I had already rehearsed imitating it...

Lindsay at our first ultrasound (dis)appointment

Lindsay and I were severely disappointed, and unleashed an avalanche of nerves and fears upon us. “What if there is something wrong with the baby?”, we asked ourselves. We would tell ourselves, “It was just a mistake, the baby is still young, we’ll hear the heartbeat in a few weeks when it’s older.” Because six weeks is still considered young by the doctors and the technician, we had another ultrasound appointment scheduled for July 31st.



By then the baby will have grown quite a bit and would actually be eight weeks old, thus the increasing the probability of being able to hear it’s little heart pumping away.
The next two weeks were anything but easy. In between us and our baby’s second grandiose appearance were fears, questions and a big move from an apartment to our new house. After what felt like endless days and hours, the 31st of July finally came around. And at (give or take a couple of minutes) 8:45AM of that day our precious little baby was made visible by ultrasonic sound waves, and this time she had an aural present for us, one that clocked in at 164BPM.

Lindsay at the second ultrasound appointment,
with our perfect baby in the background

Our baby has grown and developed quite a lot since those early and uncertain days. Meanwhile Lindsay and I eagerly await for the overlord’s arrival upon this fun and chaotic thing we call our life.


Eddie