Justin: Sitting on our mantle is an empty picture frame with the word “family” sketched on the bottom. Over the past couple of weeks Sara has been trying to talk me into taking a picture of her tummy to put in the frame as an “updated” family photo.
Today we got that updated family photo. I had to leave work early today to meet Sara at the doctor’s office for our ultrasound. On the way, I actually found myself getting a bit nervous.
We waited in the waiting room for about 20 minutes. I tried to read a couple of magazines, but my thoughts were on the ultrasound. Finally, we got the call and entered the exam room.
Inside the room, Sara lay down and they began the ultrasound. With the first pictures, I couldn’t help but grab Sara’s hand. It was the natural response to the closeness that I felt in seeing the first images of our child. The technician gradually brought up images of our child one by one. First the head, then an arm, next a leg, then a beating heart (which was one of the most amazing things I have ever seen). All parts were present and accounted for! Baby is a beautiful, unmistakable, tiny, human person.
Then the big moment, we closed our eyes as they looked for the gender.
We have decided not to find out if we are having a boy or a girl. We want it to be a surprise. I have always enjoyed surprises and have never been one to try to figure out what was in my Christmas gifts beforehand. Growing up, I think I always enjoyed the mystery represented by a wrapped gift even more than actually opening the gift.
I have had several people tell me that they could never wait to find out, but waiting is a skill we really need to learn. We often miss out and fail to appreciate the mysteries of life when we fail to wait.
Think about how we celebrate our holidays. Most of us set up our Christmas trees the day after Thanksgiving. We are in such a hurry to celebrate that we skip the wait. Then what happens when Christmas actually comes. We open up the presents, and then throw the tree out on December 26th.
Failing to wait leads to a failure to appreciate the mystery when it really gets here. This wouldn’t happen if we learned to wait.
Before I knew it, the ultrasound was over and we prepared to see the doctor.
As we left the ultrasound they handed us three pictures. One of our baby’s foot, a perfect footprint, with the five most beautiful toes I have ever seen along with two photos of our baby’s face.
I couldn’t take my eyes off the pictures as we waited for the doctor.
Usually, Sara is the one who is smitten when she sees a new baby. To me, all babies usually look kind of the same. But not this one!
The whole experience is one I can barely describe and the need to celebrate was so irresistible that I couldn’t help but take my wife out to dinner.