The Ultrasound Room

At twenty-eight weeks I was told there were serious concerns about my baby's development. The perinatologist was not encouraging. I drove home in silence and spent the night in a kind of prayer I had never done before — not asking for a specific outcome, just surrendering the whole thing. At the thirty-two week ultrasound, the same doctor who had delivered the original news studied the screen for a long time without speaking. Then she said, "I need to compare these to your previous images." She came back and told me the findings were gone. Completely resolved. She said she had no clinical explanation. My son starts kindergarten in the fall.