We hold our breath for hours and days before these special photo sessions. It's strange and amazing to make contact across these membranes. Even as you are so close, you are in a faraway galaxy. We beam sound waves at you and watch your shadow in sonar. My heart jumps when I see your heart beating. There you are, hope of hopes. I immediately fall headlong in love with you. There you are, hope of hopes.
With the Pocket Dop II, a radio-shack-walkie-talkie looking thing, we listen to your heart beating, fast and furrious, 160 beats per minutes. It sounds like someone wearing corduroy pants walking quickly down a hall. We all laugh, transported by the magic of hearing you. You are the size and shape of a peanut and your heart is powerful strong.
It is fitting that your first portraits are pictures painted of sound. I imagine your world to be a roaring swirl of Kristin's waves: heart beating and blood coursing, belly rumbling like tractor trailers, her strong laugh like a happy, mountainside stream. You should learn that laugh from her; it has magic powers.
Happy to meet you,
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Wow! This is truly wonderful and thank you so much for sharing this wonderful adventure with me. Truly the best thing that ever happened to me and by your nice poetry it seems like you very much feel the same way.
Enjoy every minute of it from now on!
Much love, Alessandra
The sonogram moments are so moving, very aptly described in your words of being two different universes. In our experience, it made the baby viable and validated our need to see her. It was hard not to want a sonogram everyday to keep the faith….
Sear Marc:
This is so exciting!Congradulations!
Jennifer (JD)
Both your feet have left the edge of the what was, until now only a peculiar and at times amusing vista. Remember Cassidy dressing you up as a princess. Don’t bother looking back now. No tiny branch growing from the wall of the precipass can stop your descent. Your sonic bundle of joy will provide pleny of sleepless nights to spend looking back on the crazy hazy trips and strange brews of your childless past. Is it worth it? We’re into it for 3 and Evan just brought home a second. Both boys.
Congrats and much love from us.
Well, i can’t keep up with the beautiful prose all over this site and the comments … so I’ll just say CONGRATULATIONS. From the bottom of my womb. Life, with its fickle joys and cheats, has one consolation: children. They just give and give and give joy.
Your Aunt Ruth is absolutely thrilled to becoming a GREAT Aunt Ruth and to be able to share your journey. Congratulations!!!
You are so beautiful and perfect, growing stronger each and every day. This is the best gift your Mom and Dad could give us. You don’t know it now, but you are our #10 grandchild.
Love you–Grandma “J” and Grampa “L”
Tic-toc-pop – a little poem from the train!
Tic toc tic toc tic toc pop
Huh?
What?!?
Huh?
What!?!
I don’t know???
What?
I don’t know?!?
What!?!
I don’t know!!!
Go
Huh!
Go!
What!
Go go go go go go go!!!
Ok
Go
Ok
Go
Ok
GO!!!
OK!!!
GOOOO ! — OW
What?
Ow!
What?!?
Ow!!!
What!?!
Oooooooow!!!!
Ok
Push baby Push baby Push baby Push baby PUUUUUUSH
SWOOOOSH
What!?!
HuH!?!