My appointment was set up at a local hospital because my midwife did not do them herself. I had to go alone on the day of the ultrasound because Grant was very busy with school; I remember driving to the appointment so excited to see out little guy but wishing Grant could share the experience with me.
I checked in at the front desk and waited anxiously to be seen by the ultrasound tech. I hate being in hospitals, growing up they always felt so cold and unfriendly. I wanted this to be over as quickly as possible. Eventually, I was lead back to a small dark room and told to lie down on the table. The tech was very quite throughout the process, though she would point out certain things that were supposed to be important to me, like arms and legs. I couldn’t explain why, but after the first 20 minutes I started to get a feeling that something was wrong. The tech was taking an awfully long time and was taking a lot of pictures around my baby boys head. When she was finally done, she told me to wait in the room while she showed the pictures to the doctor who was working that day. I knew then that something had to be wrong; my appointment was supposed to be quick and easy and now she was checking with the doctor before she would let me leave!