So last week we ventured to Minnesota where on Friday the 14th we were scheduled to have our level 2 ultra sound (skipped the level one). We lived in the area for seven years so we had family and good friends to see. The day of the ultrasound I was a ball of nerves. It wasn't until 2:15, with of course the mandatory waiting room wait. So about 3 I was lying on the ultrasound lazy boy, I could hear my heart beating, no joke. And it didn't help that Dustin looked like a ghost. But it all started and the first image we saw was our baby opening and closing a hand. This was the first praise. Trisomy 18 babies don't open their hands. One marker to check off the list. The ultrasound continued with one of the best technitians in the world, we wanted to hug her and tell her how much we loved her. Don't worry we kept ourselves controlled. She walked us through everything continually saying that is perfect, or looks just like it should, Dust answering each time with, "that's music to my ears", or "awesome"...anyway you get it, it was one joyful day. Tears and smiles. I will leave some pics below.
God has been so faithful and I don't just mean through this pregnancy. Even in my lowest of low with Maxson or my brief moment in time with my son face to face, He has always stayed true. Not that I can ever brag the same about myself, that is why His grace is enough. Just like I did with Max I pray this life growing inside me glorifies God. Not through religious works, but through a humble yet strong relationship with our Savior Jesus Christ.
Maxson's little bro, Elijah Mathius Hagen!