As expected, Baby Meatball has no visible heart issues. I strolled into the Pediatric Cardiology department this afternoon for a fetal echocardiogram, which is fancy terminology for a concentrated ultrasound of baby’s heart.
After waiting for 45 minutes, being tormented by another viewing of “Frozen,” I finally got called back for one of the quickest ultrasounds I’ve ever had. After our anatomy scan, I got concerned that I’d be sitting on that table for hours on end while my kiddo didn’t cooperate. Today, she sat nicely with her chest exposed for the tech to get 48 awesome photos.
Maybe it was the pep talk I gave her yesterday. Maybe it was the promise of the banana for a snack later (I’m growing a Minion). Who knows. I’m just happy it was a quick procedure.