The other day it was hot and humid again, as it has been in New England lately. I changed Liam’s diaper in an air-conditioned room as he cooed and kicked while fixated on the ceiling fan circulating above him. When I finished I laid on my back next to him, fan-gazing as we refer to it.
I gently put my ear on his rising chest and didn’t expect the surprise I felt when I recognized his heartbeat so instantly. This was the same heartbeat that I heard for nine months when we went to the doctor’s office and they gelled me up and put that heart-wand on my belly. (I’m sure “heart-wand is the technical term for the medical instrument.)
I mean, it was JUST the same! It was like heart-ID. I knew that beat anywhere and it made me think about laying on the midwife’s table and wondering about who this baby would be that was making that fast-paced, galloping heartbeat. THIS, laying right next to me cooing and slobbering like crazy was that heartbeat in human form.