I hope so. Early on in my pregnancies I have been excited to get those first ultrasounds and can never wait for week 20 to get that big gender revealing scan. But the further along I go and the greater number of ultrasounds I get requisitioned the less excited and tolerant I am. Frankly, I'd prefer just the first two. I don't think ultrasounds are good for babies despite all our technological advances and reassurances that they are safe.
Two weeks ago my doctor wanted an ultrasound because of the high frequency of Braxton Hicks contractions I'd been having. There were a couple nights when I really did think I'd be going to hospital within a few hours. The doctor wanted to check cervical length so she sent me for a scan. Trouble is the baby was down so low the sonographer couldn't get the measurement the "regular" way and wanted instead to do a vaginal ultrasound. I was really surprised at the request since this was the first time in three pregnancies that I'd ever been offered that variety. The sonographer was equally surprised that I managed to get through the three without it. Anyway, I agreed and away we went. Everything was fine. Baby was head down but not making her way out. Oh, and we did confirm, 100% (even Derek and I could pick it out quite clearly) that this little baby is indeed a girl.
After two weeks of significant back and sciatic pain my doctor wanted me to have another ultrasound to make sure the baby was handling all the pain okay, too. So we went today. The four of us squeezed ourselves into the small exam room for what I hoped would be a final viewing. Everything looked very good to us but the sonographer (a guy - also a first) was taking a long time doing all the measurements he needed. Derek was getting quite antsy over it since he dislikes the idea of ultrasounds even more than I do. He is pretty much convinced that excessive amounts of scanning will cause damage. And he considers five ultrasounds a pregnancy to be excessive. Especially when they take about 30 minutes to complete. The sonographer was waiting to get a good image of the lungs "practicing breathing". As we were getting ready to leave and I wiped off the two gallons of gel he used (seriously, there must have been a sale on the stuff!) he asked if we would wait in the reception area because he wanted to show the pictures to the doctor on staff.
RED FLAGS!!!!!! RED FLAGS!!!!!! RED FLAGS!!!!!!!
I have never had an ultrasound that needed to be reviewed by a doctor at the clinic. It was a little unnerving but I think his very poor english caused his true meaning to be lost in translation because in the end all he wanted to do was give me a copy of the result to bring to my appointment tomorrow since the clinic would not have time to get it there before.
My purpose in writing this post tonight was to say that while we were in the exam room, Ingrid sat quietly in the chair next to the bed and reached out to hold my hand on and off. Elodie perched herself in Derek's arms, who was standing next to Ingrid. About half way through she looked down at me on the bed and said "I love you so much, Mom." Then she promptly pointed to the baby on the computer screen and said, "Is that a gorilla in your belly?"
Moments later Ingrid piped up and said, "Is that a panda, Mom?" Honestly? I was just looking at the exact same image and thought THE VERY SAME THING! Some obscure part of our little baby looked just like a teeny tiny panda bear and we both saw it.
I think a nickname has been born.