We just heard our baby’s heartbeat! I am freaking out right now. I am overwhelmed at so many things, so this could go on for a while. I have warned you.
We go to the doctor today and the nurse takes out this instrument right away and it has this loud microphone on it and all you can hear is static. It actually sounds like we’re listening to a wind tunnel inside of Amanda’s stomach. I wanted to stick the mic up to my stomach and hear what Santa Fe sounds like a few hours later, but I was afraid I would be admitted to the hospital.
I have this tiny recorder out hoping to hear the sound of the baby’s heartbeat. We have been listening for over two minutes with no sound of a heartbeat. Amanda for some reason kept giggling and blamed me for laughing so much. She then asked the nurse, “does it normally take this long,” to which the nurse replied, “yeah, and sometimes we don’t even hear it the first time around.”
This began to discourage me a little bit, because Amanda has been feeling so good, we almost wanted a tangible sign that she really is pregnant.
And then it came.
There was a faint sound as she moved the instrument literally centimeters away from the spot she was on, and you could hear it – my baby’s heartbeat. Amanda replied, “is that it? It is…ahhhhh…” And then I put the recorder closer up to it. Well, just listen to it…
I began thinking about all the different sounds I will hear that child make one day. I will hear it cry, coo, laugh, giggle, yell, holler, and talk. I will hear it talk back to me one day. I will hear it say “I love you, Dad.” I am praying that I will get to hear it say, “I want Jesus in my life.” Man, I am crying even as I am writing this. I will hear so much, but that was the first thing – a heartbeat. It was racing at about 160-170 beats per minute, and I kept thinking to myself this line from Chris Tomlin, “you and I are made to worship.”
Even at that tiny baby which weighs about the weight of four paper clips now is made to worship God.
Oh yes, you shaped me first inside, then out;
you formed me in my mother’s womb.
I thank you, High God—you’re breathtaking!
Body and soul, I am marvelously made!
I worship in adoration—what a creation!
You know me inside and out,
you know every bone in my body;
You know exactly how I was made, bit by bit,
how I was sculpted from nothing into something.
Like an open book, you watched me grow from conception to birth;
all the stages of my life were spread out before you,
The days of my life all prepared
before I’d even lived one day.
-Ps. 139:13-16 (Message)
I look at all the things that are happenning with this baby at this stage, and I am literally overwhelmed with God. I’m already bonkers for this kid, and God is even more excited than I am. He knows that child and that child’s days forwards and backwards. And I am already beginning to pray that this child will know early on that his/her purpose is to be a worshipper of God.
How can something so small as that tiny baby (which by the way, loses its tail this week – phew!), have a heartbeat that sounds like a locomotive? How can something so small already be able to grasp at things? How can all this medical stuff work out? It’s a miracle and it’s just the kind of thing that our Father likes to do just to show us how powerful and wonderful he is.
I love the sound of that lil’ locomotive in it’s mama’s belly. It sounds like a great drum loop for a worship song. But it already is: let everything that has breath praise the Lord (Psalm 150)!