tmbt: wake up your baby
“You need to wake up your baby,” he said with a smile after asking me seemingly out of the blue to go for a little walk. Wake up my… baby? Wow, he said that. Yes, my baby. Our baby.
We came back half an hour later, tummies fuller and blood a little lighter with the hum of sugar. And the baby? Dancing, dancing, dancing!
“What did you feed him, Red Bull?” was the joke. And so the sonogram continued, and the giggling… lots and lots of giggling.
This is how I remember that all else that day was forgotten but for the twelve-week-old dancer in my belly. A baby. A turning, kicking, (I like to imagine) smiling, little baby growing so fast, looking so forward to the light of it all. And we, looking forward, too – I’d venture to say more, but one never ever does or will know the hopes of an unborn but fully alive little human swimming in your very own genetic pool.
It was a hard first three months awash in nausea, emotional upheavals and excited preoccupation. But then this week sea sickness subsided, love and joy bourgeoned brighter, more fully fully intact, and we suddenly had more than enough certainty to carry us through. I now re-watch the little sonogram video and laugh at our little one’s animated nature – big head bobbing, little fists raising to the beat of something rock anthem-like I would guess, feet jigging up and down to the side of me, little spine undulating in the floating space of it all. Our miracle. Our total and complete miracle.
I’m not the first to say it’s a total and complete miracle. I won’t possibly be the last. And the miraculous moments of this specific beating heart beauty will run into the millions, billions, trillions I estimate (roughly), but this, this one right here on this very special day of watching the dancing, this right now is the most beautiful thing.
Baby (Dancer) Arenas Philipp is due July 25, 2012 and will be born in Chile to his Chilean father and U.S.ian mother (me).