As my memory has lapsed much in the past 22 years, I do remember though the actual day I first heard my second baby’s heartbeat. I was about 12 weeks along. My husband and I were invited over to the hospital at Langley Air Force Base in VA by a nurse midwife with whom we went to church, and said she thought she could find the baby’s heartbeat if we were interested; of ccourse, we were! Once there, after a good 40-45 minutes of using the fetal doppler, stethoscope, etc. (I don’t remember all the details), she said “I found it!” She gave the scope to my husband who heard David’s heartbeat and he started crying, right there. Then, I heard it! I too started crying...it sounded very faint and very far away...but there was no mistaking - our baby’s heart was beating, we heard it, and he was only about 11-12 weeks along. I’ll never forget it as long as I live. Now, he’s 6’3” and almost 22. How truly blessed we have been!
The Langley Birthing Center is where my granddaughter was born. I retired from LAFB (HQ ACC) in 2004.
Whush-whush-whush-whush-whush-whush-whush-whush-whush-whush-whush-whush-whush-whush (staccato beat).
So proud I could just *burst*.
Cheers!