Acceptance.

We had a midwife appointment yesterday with Sarah, who attended Makani's birth as well. We're really hoping to use her again in our attempt to have a home birth. Brad and I decided to bring along Makani, since the environment there is calmer and slow-paced, unlike Kaiser's white halls, white rooms, in and out mentality. I swear, if you take your time at Kaiser, you get those who farted looks.

Anyway, this would be Makani's first, but hopefully not last, prenatal appointment with us. We really want to help him warm up to the idea of a new baby. He's not against it, but we want him FOR it. He played with some old school toys while we talked with Sarah, but stopped and watched patiently and curiously as she pulled out her stethoscope to check for the baby's heartbeat. It might be too early, she said, to hear it with that old school stethoscope, but she wanted to try. No luck, but Makani couldn't take his eyes off it. When she was done, she asked Mak if he wanted to listen. A vigorous nod from him, and we put the stethoscope around his neck, which most kids prefer, and he grabbed the end and put it on my belly. The concentration in his face was precious.

Sarah grabbed a fetal doppler and looked around as well, and we quickly found the heartbeat going 153. Then Makani kissed my belly. Two happy babies, my cup runneth over.

Much love,
The Dolfos