Bean- 7 weeks, 3 days
After a restless & somewhat worrisome day and a half, my husband and I got to see Bean again for a third time. There was no emergency. No miscarriage symptoms. Just this looming bake it or break it deadline looming in the back of my mind. The 7th week of pregnancy has not been good to me or my babies the last two times.
They brought me back to the ultrasound room 20 minutes after my scheduled time. On edge and anxious, the ultrasound tech inserted the wand and I took a deep breath, squeezing my husband's hand. In just a few moments, we would know. We would know if our baby had made it through my scary week. Within a few seconds, I heard her speak magical words to us, "I see the heartbeat and boy, is it going!". She turned the screen towards us and there in the middle of that hazy, white mass was a wildly flickering spot- our baby's heart beating. I laughed, then I cried and then I breathed a huge sigh of relief. She did a count on the baby's heart rate- an amazing 175 beats per minute! Bean had went from a heart rate of 105 one week before to 175! Wow.... She did all the necessary measurements and then gave us our first official due date- February 14, 2012. <3 Happy Valentine's Day to us... :)
My anxiety has greatly subsided since this ultrasound. We had reached one incredible milestone- a baby with a strong heartbeat past 7 weeks. Today we reached another- I have made it to 8 weeks of pregnancy. I haven't made it to the 8th week in pregnancy since I was pregnant with my son 13 years ago. Tomorrow we will hopefully reach another- making it to our first prenatal appointment with our OB/GYN. My hope is returning, my faith in my body is being restored... I know I am not completely out of the woods. You never are until you are actually holding that tiny baby in your arms after 9 months of pregnancy, and hours of labor and pushing. But I have hope. My hope is looking at you in that picture above.