Author: Erin
So it looks like my efforts to coerce the rest of the family (or at least Mom or Dad) to write posts has failed...for now. So, future kid, I hope you like your big sisters' writing! I might be doing a lot of it from now on.
The last time I operated a scanner hooked up to a computer, it was the late 90's and I was still into Beanie Babies; so, in lieu of scanning the pictures we have of Peanut's ultrasound snaps, I took a picture of them and uploaded them here.
Peanut's very first ultrasound was on December 7, 2007, Pearl Harbor Day...I insisted on coming, even though it meant crawling out of my cozy bed at a criminally early hour of the day.
This is because I can't remember much about Kevin being a baby; I do have recollections of my 3-year-old self trying to persuade my mom to give me the ice cream they brought her in the hospital on the day of his birth, but nothing really before that.
It wasn't much...like Rachel from Friends not being able to pick out where her tiny baby was on the ultrasound screen, all I could see was the grainy black-and-white sea of static and not much else. But when the doctor pointed out where future Hadley or Tobias (like our tentative name selections?) was, I saw the tiny heartbeat flickering...it was the size of a fluttering sesame seed.
This baby was for real. It was alive and pumping away inside of my mom. Mom and Dad cooed away at the screen and the doctor smiled; my throat swelled and my eyes started to feel like they did that one time I spilled salt in them (don't ask); tears coming without being ordered. Obviously I didn't plan to cry or even be impressed; some sort of powerful, ancient thing inside of me came to life. You are a female and this is a baby, it seemed to say, now love it!
Everyone then proceeded to make fun of me.
The second ultrasound was a week or so ago, and Peanut has grown a lot bigger; instead of looking like some charming aquatic alien fetus, it's obviously a little baby. They even gave us a 3D image; now, this is much freakier. A squashy, lumpy being surrounded by a Play-Doh fortress of a uterus.
January 10...the projected due date is July 10. Six even months until the miniature interloper takes over my room. (Well, I get one with a bathroom, so I gladly relinquish my territory.)
We had a small scare that resulted into a predictably very late night in the ER, but everything is totally fine. The ultrasound the next day resulted in seeing Peanut being extremely active, and even bigger for its size!
I'm going to force someone other than me to write the next entry so I can share my blog-writing prowess.
Love
E
The positive test!
So it looks like my efforts to coerce the rest of the family (or at least Mom or Dad) to write posts has failed...for now. So, future kid, I hope you like your big sisters' writing! I might be doing a lot of it from now on.
The last time I operated a scanner hooked up to a computer, it was the late 90's and I was still into Beanie Babies; so, in lieu of scanning the pictures we have of Peanut's ultrasound snaps, I took a picture of them and uploaded them here.
Peanut's very first ultrasound was on December 7, 2007, Pearl Harbor Day...I insisted on coming, even though it meant crawling out of my cozy bed at a criminally early hour of the day.
This is because I can't remember much about Kevin being a baby; I do have recollections of my 3-year-old self trying to persuade my mom to give me the ice cream they brought her in the hospital on the day of his birth, but nothing really before that.
It wasn't much...like Rachel from Friends not being able to pick out where her tiny baby was on the ultrasound screen, all I could see was the grainy black-and-white sea of static and not much else. But when the doctor pointed out where future Hadley or Tobias (like our tentative name selections?) was, I saw the tiny heartbeat flickering...it was the size of a fluttering sesame seed.
This baby was for real. It was alive and pumping away inside of my mom. Mom and Dad cooed away at the screen and the doctor smiled; my throat swelled and my eyes started to feel like they did that one time I spilled salt in them (don't ask); tears coming without being ordered. Obviously I didn't plan to cry or even be impressed; some sort of powerful, ancient thing inside of me came to life. You are a female and this is a baby, it seemed to say, now love it!
Everyone then proceeded to make fun of me.
The second ultrasound was a week or so ago, and Peanut has grown a lot bigger; instead of looking like some charming aquatic alien fetus, it's obviously a little baby. They even gave us a 3D image; now, this is much freakier. A squashy, lumpy being surrounded by a Play-Doh fortress of a uterus.
January 10...the projected due date is July 10. Six even months until the miniature interloper takes over my room. (Well, I get one with a bathroom, so I gladly relinquish my territory.)
We had a small scare that resulted into a predictably very late night in the ER, but everything is totally fine. The ultrasound the next day resulted in seeing Peanut being extremely active, and even bigger for its size!
I'm going to force someone other than me to write the next entry so I can share my blog-writing prowess.
Love
E
The positive test!
Here's Peanut's first picture!
How Peanut has grown since December 7th!
3 comments:
I didn't make fun of you when you cried, I thought it was precious!
love
mama
Welcome little Peanut! We are so excited for you all! This new addition is a welcome blessing from heaven.
(Love the website by the way! Way to go Erin!)
~ Mark, Summer, and Hanna Brown
I am so excited for you! And since I sadly can't get anymore siblings, you gotta share!! <3
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