We had our 20 week ultrasound (at 21 weeks, no less), this week. We were super excited, but had to bring the boys with us. When they flew through their snacks, we set them up with one of our old phones--playing games and watching Wild Kratts. Griff was so excited that he was yelling at the top of his lungs. Diego just wanted more, more, more popcorn. It wasn't quite the sweet, almost sacred experience that it had been previously. We were thrilled to hear that the baby looks healthy, of course.
But, here's the thing, I lost the ultrasound pictures. In the craziness of trying the leave the doctor's office and not wanting to wrinkle and ruin the pictures, I tucked them into one of Griff's books. It was actually a library book. So, when we made our weekly trip to the library, we returned the ultrasound pictures with the books. I realized it as I lay in bed that night. Thinking, oh no, I am already not giving this baby enough attention!
I guess that is my fear--that it will be harder to capture and appreciate the precious moments with the busy-ness of having three kids. That I will forget to journal about the characteristics that strike me about baby number three. That I will forget to slow down. I know we all just do the best we can, and really I don't know what my kids will cherish later on in life. They (and I) may not really care much about ultrasound pictures. Thanks to a helpful librarian, though, that's one thing I don't need to worry about.