Meeting our Little One

Early in the morning Michael and I (as well as our good friends Jill and Lisa) arrived at the Southern Crescent Women's Health care for our 21-week ultrasound.  As we were waiting to be called back we couldn't help but giggle from time to time as a lady waiting tried to figure out which one of us was pregnant, who went with Michael, and tried to project her reality of parenting onto Michael.  Nothing could have kept us from enjoying this morning.  Even though Michael and I have been able to feel this little one kick and push we were going to see our little baby.  I had butterflies in my stomach and this time it wasn't because of the baby's movements.  When they called us back Michael and I went first to be able to share this special moment- just the two of us.  We made it VERY clear that we did not want to know if we were having a boy or a girl.  Becky, our tech, reassured us that she would not even look.  She prepped me and nothing could have prepared us for the images we were about to see.  We saw the cutest button nose and were overcome with emotion as we started to realize that was our baby.   Michael and I looked and one another and held on to each other as we watched our little baby move all around the screen.   Becky then took some measurements of the vital organs/body parts to calculate the growth of our baby.  We saw feet, hands, arms, legs, nose, mouth (even watched the little one swallow), a beating heart, a full stomach and and full bladder!  Wow!  What an amazing God and Creator we serve!  We were in awe at life and this amazing creation process.  All is normal with our baby and based on their estimations is right on track weighing in at a whopping 9 oz.  

Michael went out to get Jill and Lisa.  Oohs and Aahs filled up the room as they saw baby Kaspar on the screen.  We were all holding back tears as we were mesmerized by these tiny little movements from our baby.  The cutest moment was when baby Kaspar reached up and hit his/her little head.  This movement followed by a rubbing of the head, as if to say, "Hey who hit me??  That hurt!"  We were overcome with laughter, wanting this moment to last, but knew it was coming to an end.  We soaked in the last few moments knowing that it would be another 19 or so weeks before we would be able to see this little one again.  Only next time it would include a whole lot more: holding, feeding, changing him or her, and waking-up many times in the middle of the night).  We can't wait to meet you face to face little one.  

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