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.
I almost cried from relief.
But he was not smiling.
Instead, he turned toward Thomas.
“Could you step outside for a moment?”
My heart started pounding.
“No,” I said immediately. “If you found something, he stays.”
The doctor looked at me for a moment.
Then he nodded slowly.
He pulled his chair closer and pointed toward the edge of the image.
