Saturday, January 23, 2010

The First TIme I Met My Daughter She was the Size of a Flea.

It's one thing for your wife to tell you she's pregnant but it's another thing entirely when you see your son or daughter's heart bleeping on a monitor listening to the distorted surround-sounding soundtrack playing live from your wife's womb: Schhh, Schhh, Schhh. "That's the heart," the technician said moments after she applied the freezing cold jelly to my wife's tummy. 

Holding Brooke's hand, I stood there in awe. It was amazing to think, wow, that's the same method of transportation I took to get here—we all took to get here. 

1 comment:

  1. Like the blog fellow stay at home dad