Baby Love
I saw my child for the very first time yesterday afternoon, and even through the shades of gray of the sonogram, I knew that God had blessed me with the second love of my life.
The child was smaller than the width of my fingertip. But at eight weeks and one day, the doctor was able to point out to us a teeny beating heart. It reminded me of the flash of an LCD wristwatch. Quick, and on time.
I held my wife’s hand while she was still recovering from the freezing temperature of the songoram gel on her belly. Exhausted but excited, she soon seemed to be relieved that everything was progressing well with our baby. We left the hospital talking about the decision to tell people (or to publish on the Internet) the good news about our pregnancy.
I think that it’s good many people knew that we were pregnant, as the Lord has clearly listened to the prayers of a lot of folks and guided our baby to a healthy start. Everyday of her pregnancy, I find myself falling a little more in love with my wife, because even through her tiredness, occasional sickness, and short stretches of irritability, she remains optimistic about our potential as parents, and the example that we will set.
