When I look back on my pregnancies and finding out about my babies I always think about our first scan. The first time we heard our babies’ heartbeats and saw them in their little sac. It is a surreal, scary and emotional time and it lasts just a handful of minutes.
From sitting in the waiting room anxiously waiting for my name to be called; to lying on the table with the loud, scratchy paper beneath me while the sonographer squeezes a cold, jelly like substance on my little bump.
It seems like hours but in reality it’s just a few minutes. And then there is the waiting. The silence where I held my husband’s hand too tight and closed my eyes until I heard that fast beat and cautiously opened my eyes and saw my baby for the first time.
I cried both times seeing and hearing my little baby boys and then I bombarded the sonographer with question after question.
That first scan makes the the hypothetical; real. Turns the fun conversations about starting a family to reality. But it also makes you exhale and hopefully start to enjoy your pregnancy journey.
I know that the 12 week scan can turn to heartache. I wish it didn’t for lots of families but I know the pain will come from not hearing the tiny beat and hearing some awful, heartbreaking words from the sonographer. My thoughts are with all those mums and dads