"Wow," I said, gazing at the ultrasound screen. "The head is so big." I watched as the long needle plunged into my uterus and withdrew amniotic fluid... After my routine blood work had come back with some mysterious results, my doctor's office called asking if I could please come in to discuss something, right away, like, today? My doctor recommended an amniocentesis. She assured me, "It's probably nothing."
When my son decided he wanted to breastfeed, it was half pump, half baby all the time. I'm not really sure why I bothered with shirts, the ta tas were out so often, catering to all their various needy mouths. And then came "The Hand." The hopeful husband hand, sliding over the edge of the bedtime cuddle and giving the left breast (or was it the right?) an optimistic inquiring squeeze.
09/20/2012 12:16 EDT
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