The First Ultrasound
It's taken some time to find this funny, but my best friend, Vanessa, recently revealed to me that this was her favorite story. So, thanks to Vanessa, I have found the strength to see the humor, and share with you, this story of extreme elation and unfortunate tardiness.
You can never fully prepare to see the first image of your first child. You've (usually) just discovered you are pregnant, are barely showing, and probably had to wait a few weeks to make your appointment just to see anything on that screen. The anticipation is overwhelming, and you're just bursting at the seams to get in there already!
I found out pretty early on that I was pregnant, so I waited until I reached the 9 week mark to get my first ultrasound. My husband was a 2nd year law student at the time, so we scheduled the appointment during a break between classes. He would meet me across town at the office at 12:45- a whole 15 minutes before the actual 1:00 pm appointment time. I show up embarrassingly early, per usual, and fill out my paperwork. I pick up a magazine to help pass the time, and when I notice it's already 12:40 with no sign of my husband, I give him a call.
"Hey, where are you?" I ask, expecting that he may be parking.
"I'm at school eating a sandwich," he replies. (He eats a peanut butter sandwich every day for lunch. More on that another time.)
In my head I picture my stupid husband eating his stupid peanut butter sandwich on a stupid bench at stupid law school. Are you f*$&%ing serious?! We are supposed to see our child for the first time in 15 minutes, and you haven't even started driving over here?! I tell him to hurry up because it will take him that long to get across town from school, and knowing his tendency for getting lost, he'd probably make a few wrong turns. He assures me he's leaving "right now".
"Cristina," I hear my name being called by the ultrasound tech. Sobbing and alone in the waiting room, I reluctantly and angrily get out of my chair. This was supposed to be a happy moment.
"Can we wait for my husband, he's on his way?"
"The room is available, I really have to use it now," she replies. I follow her into a waiting room where I change into a gown and lie down, clutching my phone in hand in anticipation for having to give directions.
Sure enough, ring ring. It's my husband.
"Is the hospital on West Napoleon or West Esplanade?"
At this point, I'm literally inserting the intravaginal camera-wand with one hand, and holding my phone in the other. I tell him the correct street, holding back tears from the combination of extreme anticipation and anger.
My phone rings again. "I'm at the hospital, but I can't find where you are." Mind you, I wrote all of the details for this appointment out for him under the "notes" section in his phone calendar to avoid this situation entirely.
"Figure it out," I snap back, and abruptly hang up.
I turn my attention to the ultrasound tech, who informs me that she needs to take some photos and measurements, and then she will turn the screen around for me to see. I nervously and patiently await to meet my pookie baby. Then, from a distance, I hear my husband's voice - "yea, she's in ultrasound." He finally made it, and here is the kicker:
He busts the door open from the "business end" of the room where he is able to see said pookie baby on the screen before I do! Are you freaking serious?! I was fuming, and because I had no words to convey my anger, I just start crying.
"Oh my gosh! It's so cute!" He exclaims. "Wait, why are you crying? Are you happy?" He says, smiling at me as he pulls up a stool to sit next to me and hold my hand. I. Can't. Even.
You see, my husband's eyes light up and his ears wiggle a little when he smiles. It's so damn cute. He's lucky he has this going for him because at this point I just wanted to take those wiggly ears and yank them off his head. The tech finally turns the screen around, and there he was, a little, tiny blob with little, tiny appendages for hands and legs that looked more like little,tiny dolphin fins. But that was my baby, our baby. The baby who, right now, happens to be screaming because he is so tired but just won't go to sleep. But you see, this baby's eyes light up and his nose scrunches when he's laughing, and it's just so damn cute, and at the end of the day whether my husband is late, or my son hasn't stopped crying in what seems like forever, all that really matters is that we love each other. I wouldn't have it any other way.