I told myself every mother says that. Pregnancy& Maternity
I told myself a lot of things back then.
We signed the paperwork.
Richard came once, checked his watch twice, and left before the ultrasound was printed. Vanessa apologized for him with a tight smile.
The week of the anatomy scan, halfway through the pregnancy, I went alone. The technician was kind at first, chatting about names and nurseries while she rolled the wand across my stomach. Then she went quiet, and her smile slid off her face like water.
She excused herself, and a moment later, the doctor stepped in, his voice careful as he mentioned soft markers for Down syndrome and asked if I could come back for additional testing.
Then she went quiet.
I gripped the edge of the exam table, a feeling rising in my chest that I couldn’t yet name.
The phone rang twice before Vanessa picked up. I was sitting on the edge of my bed, still in my work apron, the ultrasound photo curled in my hand.
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There was a pause on the other end.
