Thomas sat beside me while the ultrasound technician moved the probe across my stomach.
“There’s your little boy,” she said.
I laughed when I saw him move on the screen.
Thomas leaned closer.
“Already restless like you.”
The technician smiled.
Then suddenly, she stopped.
Her eyes narrowed.
She moved the probe again.
Her smile disappeared.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“The baby looks fine.”
But she kept staring at the screen.
“Then what are you looking at?”
She did not answer.
She only said,
“I’m going to get the doctor.”
Then she walked out.
Thomas squeezed my hand.
A few minutes later, my doctor came in carrying a folder.
He looked at the ultrasound.
Then at me.
Then back at the screen.
“The baby looks healthy,” he said.
