This all happened 2 days ago, but since we've had company, I didn't get the chance to relay the frustratingly entertaining story of Thursday's ultrasound to check for down's syndrom.
We started out by being taken back first to the ultrasound room. It's the first time they used the on-the-stomach reader because I'm far enough along now. The technician told us that size-wise the baby is right on track, and they are 2 inches long now. She did the standard stuff, taking measurements of the baby and pointing out all the body parts for us. However, baby decided it wanted to be uncooperative.
The baby was just barely in the position where the tech couldn't see the back of their neck to get the measurement she needed for the down's syndrom test. She was already pressing on my stomach quite hard to see the baby, but the technician felt it necessary to bounce the reader up and down on my stomach to get the baby to move. I watched the monitor with apprehension as the baby continued to float around, at one point getting the hiccups from all the movement. When that didn't work, the technician decided to use the vaginal ultrasound. It's not the most fun way of getting the ultrasound, especially considering that the technician was still jostling my stomach to get the baby to move. This all took 30 minutes, and I was so sore that every movement made my abdomen hurt.
Eventually the technician gave up. She told us that we would come back in after she'd done ultrasounds for a few other patients. In the meantime, we were to see the docor. I was glad for the break, but I dreaded going back for another torture round. As I walked around, I willed the baby to wake up and move. After waiting for the doctor for about 10 minutes, the technician came into the room and told us happily that she could get another attempt because someone canceled. I was not too anxious to get back on the table, and I just hoped that baby had finally moved. It didn't look at first as if they had, and the tech had to push on my stomach again in an attempt to get them to move. Hardly daring to breath, I saw the baby slowly rotate. For a fraction of a second, baby showed the back of the neck to the technician. They backtracked in the recording and found the frame they were looking for. I gave a sigh of relief as I knew the torture session would now be over.
Now she could focus on getting us some pictures for our baby book. The baby had turned back to the position it was in before, then it did something the technician had never seen before. The baby was facepalming! Repeatedly! D was laughing, and I was so fascinated that I used all my will to keep from laughing and losing the picture. Baby has confirmed that it is indeed our child, and it is a story they will likely hear for the rest of their life.
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