I picked up Emily that morning and we drove down to Pleasant Grove together. Logan would come from work and Mike (Emily's husband), was going to meet us there.
I think we were all excited to finally get a look inside. You cannot imagine what this process is like if you do not go through it yourself. The anticipation could kill you. I've felt it many, many times.
I even remember Emily looking at me in the waiting room that day and saying "I'm kind of nervous."
The four of us sat in that ultrasound room only minutes before stenographer Lindsay walked in. The whole scene was all too familiar. The last time we were all in that room with her she was telling us that our baby was measuring small and there was some reason to be concerned.
That could NOT, and I emphasize NOT happen again. It couldn't. I didn't feel like bad news was on the horizon that morning.
When Emily's uterus was finally pictured on that screen we heard Lindsay say "There's a baby!" Emily immediately replied with "Just one? Make sure you look around every corner and crevice to make sure the others not hiding! Look hard!" I'm telling ya. This girl, I love her. She's willing to say out loud what all of us are thinking but are unable to vocalize. Luckily, she does it for us. I love that.
Lindsay assured us there was only one baby. I think we were all a little disappointed, but more than that, I wanted to know if everything else looked okay. All I could think of was that little fetus. My baby. Our baby. Was it healthy? Was it growing? Was the heart beat normal?
The answers came quickly. Yes, yes and yes.
We heard that strong, little heart beat and beat and beat. Quite fast I might add--100.62 beats per minute to be exact! It sounded strong. It sounded reassuring and above all, gave me hope.
