Nous allons avoir un (autre) bébé!
Transl. “We’re having (another) baby!”
(Sorry for posting this so late. Mom stayed to chat a while… Frank nicely scanned all the images, but I wanted to process them and add comments for posting online.)
I LOVE my obstetrician. She’s an ultrasound magician and generous with the hospital’s ultrasound printer. We came out of there with near 8 feet from the paper roll.
These are just the best. There’s 15 in all! (Follow the album from the first pic for all the shots.) But wait a minute, let me rewind a bit…
The simplest plan for today was leaving Xavier at daycare all day, because I had the two doc appointments of unknown length throughout the day, and picking him up for a few hours mid-schedule would just throw him off the babysitter’s lunch/nap schedule and make me in a hurry for no good reason. Thus finding myself on my own – Frank safely dropped off at work – I managed to fill my first hour with nothing much and then show up at the doc for 9h30 precisely. The appointment was handled by a resident, she went through the batallion of questions for the first appointment and did the gynecological (?) exam I was due for (yay me). At the end of the appointment, she whipped out the fetal doppler and I held my breath.
It picked up my heartbeat. (Well yeah, it always does that…) But she moved it around, and there it came up, like the echo of a running stag, or the rythmic whoosh of a train speeding by. The fast heartbeat of a tiny human.
Smile wearing, I greeted my ob-gyn as she came to check on her resident at the end of the appointment and order bloodwork. I’m lucky to have such a great obstetrician, she’s really nice, efficient and – as noted previously – an ultrasound genius. (I wonder what she’s like during birth, though, as she wasn’t on call when Xavier was born.)
With the rest of my day opened until 3pm, I figured I’d get the bloodwork done after lunch, while I didn’t have to be at work or with Xavier. I got some errands done, celebrated my good mood by buying Xavier a new toy and went to lunch with Frank.
Bloodwork was unpleasant at best. My vein stopped spilling halfway through the 7th of 8 vials, which required for a second technician to come in and jab a second needle in to finish up. Then, having had nothing to drink since morning (test requires 4 hours without liquid intake and 2 hours without peeing), I was challenged to fill three urine samples. Sigh.
Did yet more errands (Frank says I’ve been shopping all day), where my dis-hydratated state caught up with me, but I managed to remedy that and was on time to pick up Frank at work, from where we took the direction of the hospital.
Appointment was at 3h30, we saw the doc at 4h45, no comment on that. Then you know the rest… the images above say it better than words.
Every pregnant woman has a moment where she finds out she’s going to have a baby. For many, that’s what the pregnancy test is for. First ultrasound is my moment.





