Yesterday we were able to hear, for the first time, a faint thumping of a tiny, tiny heart. Our midwife circled Beth's stomach with the doppler in search of that quiet thump, and for only three or four second intervals we could hear our little one.
During our week 12 visit, as we sat in the room full of anticipation for that audible sign of life, I (mark) grew more and more overwhelmed with the emotions of it all. So when the midwife informed us it was too early to hear anything, I experienced a flushing of those emotions. I quickly stood up and made my way to the bathroom. With the color disappearing from my face, I stood in front of a mirror with a wet towel on my forehead.
Yesterday was different. This time seemed spiritually rich. It was our first sensory connection with a little life growing in an unseen world. I walked away in awe.
I feel so privileged to be given this opportunity to be daily awed by the mystery, wonder and excitement of this process.