The moments that led me to the room where we received our 20 week anatomy scan were precious and marked with pieces of our sweet Juliette. As I walked into the perinatal specialist office, I was overwhelmed with my first trace of tears. All I could remember was being in this space before and the painful news we received that Juliette would not make it. Her heart was in danger. As we were called back to our room, the two nurses that settled us and did the initial ultrasound were both donning scrubs with butterflies all over them. A reminder of our Juliette on the clothing of our nurses. My heart suddenly felt at ease that she was with us in this precious moment and all would be okay. The tears continued as we waited for our Doctor to come in and discus the ultrasound. He was going through the organs development as a list you check off and kept saying, 'looks good'. He ended with the heart and said, 'looks good, looks strong'. Of course. Again, my tears flowed. Tears of inexplicable joy. Tears where my heart felt as if it might explode from my chest. Tears that dripped with the loss of Juliette and hope for this baby. It's all so overwhelming in a truly amazing way. Life from the very beginning is so very precious.
I can't stop looking at this picture. It is something I won't stop praying over as we continue this journey. We will not take one single moment of this for granted. As we continue on this path to February 14th and beyond.