It is the precious 8th seat. Yesterday, I had a little glimpse of the future occupant of said seat.
And now you also know the reason for last week's panic attack. I was
After a long first visit at the doctor's office and my telling her the history of last year's pain and heartache, she finally pulled out the doppler so we could hear the baby's heart tones. I wanted to skip everything--all of the patient history, the discussing of symptoms, and the explanation of paperwork. I wanted to hear those precious sounds first and then I'd be willing to talk until I was blue in the face.
Patiently I waited.
Then I was rewarded with the most beautiful, strong heartbeat you've ever heard. All of the tension I've been storing up over the past few weeks bubbled up and the tears burst out. It was such a relief! The nurse practitioner (my doctor was at the hospital) stood there and bawled along with me. She kept that device securely in place for a long time as we both sobbed over the miracle of the sound. It is a moment I will never forget and that filled me with gratitude.
I know things can still go wrong. I know that we still may not get to bring this already loved baby home, but I also know that yesterday Heavenly Father blessed me with added strength for whatever is to come.
Baby #7, due in mid-April.