Today, we went for our first 3D ultrasound scan. We were both excited and nervous — excited because we couldn’t wait to see our baby and find out the gender, and nervous because, more than anything, we were hoping everything would be healthy and normal.
The scan took place in a pleasantly cool, dimly lit room. An administrator and an ultrasound technician greeted us, and my wife lay down on the bed as the assistant began the screening. I wanted to hold her hand, just like in those scenes from crime novels where couples sit together in silence, hand in hand, for support. But she was so nervous that we didn’t.
Thankfully, all the measurements were perfect, and everything looked healthy. I asked about the baby’s gender, and the assistant smiled and said, “If I’m not mistaken… it’s a girl.” We were thrilled. I had secretly been hoping for a girl, so it felt like double happiness. I don’t know why exactly — maybe I imagine girls are easier to handle — though I’m probably being very naïve.
And there she was, our baby girl, sucking her thumb on the screen. She looked so cute! It was such a heartwarming moment. After the scan, we both went home feeling deeply happy and peaceful.