Jason and I had a meet n' greet session with a midwife today, and at the end of it, she put onto my belly a microphone which connected by cord to a scratchy portable speaker, something that looked like it may have been rigged together with scraps of metal. It was rad. First we heard my heart beat: thud....thud....thud....thud. That was nothing. She moved the mic around a bit and we heard - - more scratching. That was nothing too. BUT THEN, into focus came a flutter, a tiny whisper of whiikwhiikwhiikwhiikwhiik. And THAT was the sound of our baby's heart! The midwife said, "We can hear you! We know you're in there!" I thought of Horton Hears A Who.
So, this is the first technological proof that there is indeed a tiny somebody inside of me with a heart or heart-like assemblage. I'm telling you what. That quick, simple rhythm has been echoing in my head all day. It was just beautiful.