A blog of letters from an older father to his young son... Meant for an audience of one- shared with you.
Sunday, January 3, 2010
First heartbeat
Hey, kid-- I heard your heartbeat last night-- for the first time with a stethoscope.
Yea, one of the advantages of being a doctor is I have a stethoscope. The one I keep at home isn't a good one, but thought I would listen to see if I could hear anything.
Your mom was having some "growing pains" in her uterus -- apparently you are going to grow twice your size this week - and she was feeling it. We always worry about every pain or cramp, so decided to try the old stethoscope.
Way down inside I heard this little heartbeat. So I listened while I checked you mom's pulse, and then my own pulse-- but it wasn't ours-- it was yours!
I put the stethoscope in your mom's ears -- and I could see the smile creep across her face.
It made our night. We love you - we look forward to meeting you. And when you cry in the middle of the night, I will put my hand on your chest and feel your heartbeat and remember this moment
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