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I remember that day vividly. My husband and I had just returned from a beautiful trip to sunny San Diego. I had missed my scheduled ultrasound for the week prior, but hello: San Diego vs. cold jelly on the belly?! Easy choice.
We had already been told a few weeks prior (I was about 12 weeks pregnant) that the blobs on the screen were twins: baby A and a baby B. Having always wanted twins growing up, I was pretty excited about it. I even bought the twins matching baby GAP sweatshirts from San Diego.
Any woman who has ever had an ultrasound can attest to the fact that it’s never a fun time. You’re always 100% sure they’re going to tell you something is wrong with the baby (if there even IS a baby there anymore) and even though the tech isn’t allowed to discuss any info with you, you’re pretty sure she looked sad or disappointed. Talk about a stressful and anxiety driven process.
Our ultrasound was no different. I was lying there studying the tech’s face for signs of worry or disappointment but after roughly 3-5 minutes of analysis, she asked, “When was your last appointment?” I let her know that it was last week but I missed it while on vacation…so I had been seen 2 weeks ago.
She exclaimed, “oh”. And then I was certain one of my twins must have vanished (vanishing twin syndrome is a real thing). Or perhaps both were gone. I had never been pregnant before so I didn’t know what a miscarriage felt like. But, I was really tired and lethargic in San Diego so maybe that was it?
To be honest, I don’t know what my husband was thinking at the moment but I do remember signalling with my eyes for him to check what was happening on the screen (as if he would suddenly know how to read and interpret ultrasounds. Or see my eye signals in the dark).
The ultrasound tech follow up with, “your babies are fine and they have heartbeats. But I’m just going to step out for a second to check something and I’ll be right back.”
We both breathed a semi-sigh of relief. We said alhumdulillah (praise be to God), the twins have heartbeats…but there must be something wrong because why did the tech have to leave and why was she asking when I came in last? I also pestered my husband about what was on the screen (again) and did something look weird and why can’t you read ultrasounds?!
A suspenseful few minutes passed.
Re-enter the ultrasound tech. She cheerfully yet carefully said to my husband, “Why don’t you join your wife over there”, and she pointed over to where I was lying down. He came over and held my hand (at this point my mind just stopped working and there were no thoughts besides me reading my quls – prayers from the quran).
She put more jelly on my belly, turned the screen towards us, and started scanning.
She scanned over to the first miniscule blob (it either looked like a blob or a tiny bear at this point, I really can’t remember), and said “Here’s baby A, with a strong heartbeat.”
Thoughts: Alhumdulillah, at least one baby made it.
She then scanned over immediately to another blob and said, “Here’s baby B. Another strong heartbeat.”
Thoughts: Yay, they’re ok! Why is this ultrasound tech being so dramatic? Maybe I should ask for someone else next time…
Then, the unimaginable happened. She scanned some more and it seemed like the image was going into a different dimension (no, not like Stranger Things type of dimension. I’m talking about depth of the image on the screen).
“And here’s baby C.”
Thoughts: No thoughts.
Thoughts: OH MY GOD
…What do you think happened next?
It’s a VIVID MEMORY. Like it was yesterday. How did I react? How did my husband react? And how did my family and friends react?
I can’t wait to share the rest of the story with you!
…and I’ll be doing it in Part 2 of this blog series. STAY TUNED…