Today, Kevin and I had the privilege of getting a peek at our Belly Baby at the 20 week anatomy scan. After dropping off the boys at school, we made it to our appointment in Manhattan.
Last time, at the early anatomy scan, our sonographer was cold and quiet, and a bit intimidating, our first experience with such a personality at this hospital. So last night I prayed not only for a healthy scan, but for a bubbly sonographer who would talk us through everything and allow us to feel the excitement of the moment. The Lord provided a Chinese sonographer who beamed as soon as she saw our Asian mugs walk towards her, and sprinkled our appointment with, “…in our culture…” (I was thinking, “Yessss. In OUR culture, you know sonographers hook up they patients with a GANG of photos from the anatomy scan, right!?”)
Even though this is our third baby, the wonder of it all remains. I bet it’s the same for my friends who have six kids or my paternal grandma who had nine sons (though way back when sonograms would have seemed like voodoo magic). Seeing the baby’s flickering heart, brain, abdomen, nose and lips, big ol’ femurs kicking and stretching, and even yawning?! Act like I been here before?! NOPE! I won’t act like I been here before, because I haven’t been HERE befo’! NOT for this particular baby, this particular miracle.
Flashbacks to previous appointments at my doctor’s office when the o.b. appointments had turned into gyno appointments. I remember walking towards the subway on my usual route home, passing by Alice’s Tea Cup, popping in for a couple scones to bring back home to the boys (or not). Stopping by the Korean-owned bodega for an egg and cheese breakfast samich.
I remember thinking as I left the crowded waiting room, “It just makes no practical kind of sense but Lord, this feels weird to come in and get my lady parts checked out without having a baby in my baby house. I don’t think I can be done yet. Too final. I need one more resident in there. Lord, please make sense of this. Either stomp out this desire that has been consuming me for the past couple years or just make it clear that You want to bless us with another.”
As I love to mention, He officially gifted me with this baby on the morning of my 40th birthday. I hope to keep reminding myself of our story as even more of my hair turns grey as if someone spilled chalk as they walked past my head. To recall this amazing journey during those sleepless nights and nonstop feedings that I conveniently cannot recall right now. And while I walk over to Biggest Brother with the baby on my engorged teat, making sure he is completing his homework instead of teasing Middle Brother.
I loved this quote during the couple years I surveyed everybody about how they just knew they were done having kids:
“Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books that are now written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer.” – Rainer Maria Rilke
E from Writers’ Group just shared the poem below with our group this past Sunday and it was perfect for today, as I walked from the hospital to the subway, feeling my baby kick, and the cold wind slapping me in the face. Thank You, Lord, for allowing me to do this all over again.
The Place Where You Are Now
This place where you are right now
God circled on a map for you.
Wherever your eyes and arms and heart can move
Against the earth and the sky,
The Beloved has bowed there –
Our Beloved has bowed there knowing
You were coming…