I sat in an ultrasound room this week with two of my daughters, the middle and the youngest. As the little humans that my middle daughter is growing appeared on the television screen I couldn’t help but think of the sonograms I have had over the years.
My first was about 29 years ago when I was pregnant with my oldest daughter. During this week’s viewing I giggled inside my head remembering how they put the sonogram on a VHS tape for me. I was so excited and thought how cool is this! I still have it, maybe we’ll watch it sometime soon.
During my second pregnancy I had an ultrasound while they performed an amniocentesis. Talk about nerve – wracking! But everything was fine with the little bundle of joy come to find out. It can be a joyous experience or a scary one when having a sonogram.
Then there was those littles that my husband and I created in a dish and they placed inside our surrogate. I have some slick paper photographs of those itty bitty beings we won’t meet here on earth. With the outcome of that journey the gift of motherhood to my third daughter through adoption came. We don’t have any vhs tapes, dvd, or photos of her while in the womb. All we had at the time was miles between us and her, and no visual until she was 15 minutes old.
Then there was my first grandchild’s ultrasound,that was amazing in itself. Here we are onto the next set grandchildren (twins) and it’s just as exciting for me!
Through the years technology has come a long way to allowing us to see inside the human body. I’ve been to two sonograms with my daughter so far and there is a moment that really takes my breath away.
Every. Single. Time.
Those little heartbeats. The ones that are pumping away.
I almost can’t explain how I feel inside but it’s pretty amazing to me. I can’t keep from smiling. There is no doubt in my mind that God created not only my three daughters or my grandchildren or even my petri-dish babies. His amazing power can take us where no technology ever will.