The ultrasound tech said the doctor would explain afterward. The tech would take pictures of the baby, while the doctor reviewed the images in a different room.
I watched the tech’s expression while I leaned back on the stiff hospital chair, jelly sliding on my round stomach. She clicked in silence, images froze on the screen.
Clouds, a dark blob. The baby’s heart, she said. She only looked calm, and I tried to relax, reminded myself again of the odds that the doctors told us, that everything was fine.
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