Pumping, pumping blood. It’s different to see than to hear. Hearing has been the dominant sense that has passed the message to my brain that there is, in fact, a living human inside of this woman; but today the eye saw what the ear has heard all these months. Ultrasound. The ear and eye now have a little glimpse, or listen, if you will, into the others job as a body part.
It’s odd sometimes to be able to actually see the heart pounding through a freshly born baby’s chest, as if it’s going to pop through the skin and continue pumping down the ward hallway and out of the door. So full of life and feeling that it just cannot wait until it grows up to see the world!
When all of a sudden there is a baby in my hands, I have to think - how did it ever fit in there?! Maybe as soon as the body is fully out, in that first instant, it grows the slightest measure and that is what fools the eye, cause you can’t see it growing that itty bit but you KNOW it couldn’t have fit in there only a second ago. Yea, I’m convinced that’s what happens. It’s continually mind blowing.
