A heartbeat. The declaration of life.
Twenty-one days after conception, technology can detect a baby’s heartbeat. By week ten, a faint pitter-patter accompanied by the swish of mother’s blood circulating in the background, can be heard with a Doppler. As mother’s belly grows, so does the strength of baby’s heartbeat. It declares life’s hope in a galloping melody of precise beats.
I came to parenthood in a round about way, through adoption. My son’s birthmother bravely allowed me to participate in her pregnancy. I will never forget hearing my son’s heartbeat for the first time. It sang to my soul. Instant love. The sound of life stopped my world, transforming it into something brand new called ‘motherhood’. I grabbed the only chair in the examination room and sat down.
My son’s birth mother smiled and reached for my hand. “ Isn’t it amazing,” she asked? “It sounds like he’s running.” She placed a hand on her stomach, pressing his little foot away from her ribs. The Doppler picked up the baby’s reaction to her touch.
Sitting there, I thought about the past six years. Five years of infertility. Another year consumed with adoption classes, research, paperwork and home studies. Months spent willing the phone to ring with our ‘special call’.
I squeezed her hand, trying to memorize each beat and tuck it safely into my heart. I never wanted to forget… the sound of life.
My husband, my family, my friends, I wanted them all to share in this miracle.
It was in that moment, I conceived ~
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