“Your baby looks perfect,” the doctor told us.
And she did. I’ve never had such a clear ultrasound. We saw her tiny foot kung-ku kick toward us. We could see the baby’s eyes open and close, and we watched as she smacked her lips together.
“She’s practicing nursing!” Madeline exclaimed as Rae lifted her shirt and rubbed her belly as if her hands were transducers. All the while, Rae kept saying, “Baby! Baby!”
Our growing family has much to be thankful for as we enter this season of gratitude.
(And, no, we don’t know for sure if the baby’s a “she.” We didn’t find out on Friday, so I must leave you in suspense.)