With a 6 month old L sat on my knee and K reclined on the bed with a midwife prodding her with a lubricated blunt instrument we all stared together up at the familiar grainy black and white image on the screen above our heads. First came the smiles and sighs of relief when the tiny but distinct flicker of a healthy heartbeat at 12 weeks came in to view in the centre of the screen.
But as we sat there in wonder (It’s similar to flying in my view. No matter how routine it becomes, if you actually stop and think about it what you are doing and seeing is utterly incredible) the prodding paused for a moment and another flicker came into view. I think I knew instantly what it was as I remember becoming very aware of my heart beat but you have to ask.
- Dim witted husband: “Errrr ……whats that then?”
- Mildly amused midwife “That will be another baby. Your having twins.”
- Wife: Oh sh”t, Oh Sh#t ##!!! (Clasps hands to face)
- (Husband bursts into hysterical laughter.)
A remarkable moment in the B family history. Friends we met on the beach a little later the same day soothed our sense of shock with reassuring fits of spontaneous laughter as did most of our family and friends we told that week. After the initial shock had worn off in a week or two (And after another scan just to be sure) it was replaced by a deeper feeling of denial and disbelief which continued until recently. Very recently in fact.