Plasticmind//journal

It didn’t take nearly as long as I thought it would.

But there I was, straining at what would be, in any other context, considered television static. Dark, light and all the gray fuzz in between. Then, with a little help from the nurse, I caught a little pacman-esque blip in the center of the white spot which was in the middle of the dark blob—her tiny heart beating at 169bpm. (Editors note: Female gender pronouns a hunch.)

There’s our baby, a mere 15.9mm wide.

Note: For all those wondering: yes, I have permission to publish this. =)