I can honestly say that there is nothing in this world quite like feeling your baby kick you from inside. Sometimes I laugh when she's going at it in there doing whatever it is that babies do in there. Sometimes it even tickles. And maybe I'll be eating my words when she gets bigger and starts pounding on me, but I still haven't gotten tired of it.
I fall asleep with my hand in an optimal position in which to feel her little dancy feet or hands or knees or elbows. A few times I have looked down at my tummy to find it horribly distorted by a small butt pushing out on one side. She's only 2 lbs. at this point and laying sideways. I feel her feet on my left side and her little tiny hands on my right. When she was smaller it felt like bubbles popping on the inside of my stomach. Now I can distinctly feel an elbow go across my tummy or little fingers grasping.
Now every time we go in to get our sonograms done she kicks at the instruments. The last time we went in I thought there was something seriously wrong with our baby or at least with the fetal heart monitor until the sonographer started laughing. Every time she would try to get a good heart beat there were a few woosh woosh wooshes and then a sickening noise and the heart beat sounds would stop. We were relieved when she told us we just had a kick boxer amongst the ranks. That sickening noise that stopped the beautiful heart beat sounds was our baby kicking the monitor from the inside.
She is an amazing and strong little girl and I'm proud that she's ours. I don't think I've ever loved something that I'd never met before so much.
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