Murmurs

Off to the cardiologist today with Birdy and her little murmuring heart.
And, as suspected, all is fine, she’ll grow out of it, nothing to worry about. Later, I will complain about the amount we owe for this visit (I’m afraid to speculate), but today I believe that good news is priceless.

Sitting on the exam table with her while the doctor did the echocardiogram, listening to that quick little organ pumping away, I just kept thinking that this is the noise I first heard from Birdy, the thing that confirmed that she was a for-real thing at that first ultrasound. The same little heart making the same quick, little lub-dups. The same heart of the silly and gentle biscuit that was in my belly that now walks around and picks up pieces of lint and kisses them.

It feels like a hundred years ago.

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