I had an ultrasound yesterday, the first I've ever had actually, except in the middle of the miscarriage. There is a baby in here, alive and kicking and doing back flips.
I ended up going to the crisis pregnancy care center. See, we haven't figured out insurance yet for this baby, and I could go and see my midwife but she doesn't do ultrasounds, she has to send me somewhere else to do that anyway, which is expensive. Also, I'm not sure we can afford her this time around. I remembered her saying once that they did free ultrasounds at the pregnancy care center so I called them and they said to come on in.
I have NEVER had such a positive experience in all my time spent in prenatal care and consults. I have walked and fund raised for them in the past but I had no idea just how wonderful the women in that office are. They weren't just there to do a job, they genuinely cared about me, my family, and my baby. It was really amazing to be treated like a person, to be seen and heard. I'm used to a really high standard too. I've always preferred midwives because they spend time getting to know me and their care is personal. This was even better. I felt loved.
They hooked me up with information for stuff I didn't even know we qualified for. I mean, I don't feel like we're poor, but thanks to being a family of 6 now we qualify for mediCal and all sorts of other things that I actually feel a little awkward applying for because I'm sure there are people who need it more than we do. We'll see.
I came home with an image of my healthy baby, a gift of tiny little yellow socks and as much information as I could wish to have.
I was a supporter of pregnancy care centers before. I have now turned into a rabid fan!
I'm so thankful that yesterday went the way it did.
Last night my head was hurting so Aaron asked Little if she thought he should kiss it better. She nodded and said, "Yah."
He proceeded to give me a very wet and sloppy open mouthed kiss.
"No daddy, that not a kiss."
"Oh really, what is it then."
She laughed, "I don't know!"