The ultrasound scans are over for us now. Our last one was August 18th and in all honesty I am happy for them to be an appointment of the past. Please dear reader, do not misunderstand me; in the beginning, when we had the 12 week and 20 week scans I was thrilled, both of us were of course. But now they have become so 'standard' the excitement had become almost (note 'almost') second nature. Where there was fascination and wonder, by the end there was routine.
It is something I would not have missed for the world of course, and watching the beautiful image of my daughter move in black and white waves on a screen in the corner of the ultrasound room filled my spirit with no end of happiness. It was as if I were filled to the cheeks with potent drugs as I sat there transfixed, looking at a Life I had had part in creating. It is something I urge every father to be a part of because it is not simply 'just a picture on a television', which is how ive read some people think of it as. That is such a miserable outlook; indeed to me its offensive and indecent.
Those first scans (especially the 12 and 20 week ones) were joy in its purest form. Ive experienced many thrills in this life, whether induced by chemicals or naturally, but these early scans where as if somebody had pulled out my brain stem and dunked it in a magical elixir only found in the Heavens. Nothing has ever brought me to a standstill like these scans did, and the crocodile engine which usually powers my invincible energy and enthusiasm was brought to a furious halt whenever I saw them, or whenever I heard my unborn childs heart.
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