This Just In ...

By Jennifer Fischer, mother of little angel, Kyla

When Kevin and I found out we were going to be parents there were hundreds of emotions running through our minds:  joy, excitement, fear, wonder, hope, and amazement were just a few.  Since I had none of the typical first-trimester symptoms of morning sickness, cravings, etc. it was, at times, difficult for me to believe I had a little life growing inside of me.  It was too soon for me to sport the baby bump, so it was too soon to wear maternity clothes.  And it was FAR too soon for any feelings of fetal movement.  All we could do is share our good news with friends and family.  (And of course I had a nursery to start planning & decorating.)

Then the first big moment after the home test showed “positive:” It was time for our first ultrasound.  We were incredibly excited and couldn’t wait until the appointment.  I remember walking into the doctor’s office hand-in-hand with Kevin.  We were finally called to the ultrasound room and had a wonderful technician.  She explained everything very clearly to the “first timers.”  I lay back on the exam table and exposed my still-not-pregnant-looking belly for the application of the chilly gel that would help conduct the ultrasound and provide a quality photo.

After a moment or two of searching, she found our little peanut.  Needless to say at such an early stage, there wasn’t a lot of detail.  But the first moment I saw our precious baby I cried.  There was the proof, as if I needed any more.  I was in awe of the miracle of life.  But I was also in awe of the miracle of technology.  I couldn’t believe that someone’s incredibly intelligent mind invented the instrument for us to see our baby long before he/she was born.  Not only was I grateful to God for our baby’s life, I was grateful to whoever was the genius behind the machine.  After taking all the necessary measurements on screen and pointing out where our baby’s head and “tail” were, the tech printed off the photo of our baby and we were on our way home.

I called our family and friends to tell them the exciting news.  I brought the photo to work the next day.  Then it went in an “Our Baby” frame made specifically for ultrasound photos.  It is proudly displayed on our mantle in a family vignette.  I don’t plan on EVER taking it down.  Even when Kyla is 13 years old and embarrassed by everything her parents do, she is going to know how much she was loved from the very moment she was conceived.  By then she should be used to it.  Even if there are no longer electronic archives available of our blogs, she will be told stories of how many times her photos have appeared on FranklinNOW.  Of course this edition of Kyla’s Korner is no different:




 



Several weeks ago, I learned that John Wild passed away.  The world lost an incredible, intelligent, determined individual.  I owe my wonderful ultrasound experiences (yes, luckily there were two more ultrasound appointments during my pregnancy) to that amazing man.  Actually, every woman who has ever had an ultrasound of her baby owes her experience to him.

Thank you, John Wild.  Your brilliant mind and thoughtful determination helped me and my husband have the first glimpse of our beautiful daughter.  We are forever indebted to your invention.