I’m at the hospital waiting for the ultrasound appointment. They want to see if the placenta have moved away a bit so she’s all ready for a natural birth. Besides, she’s 38 and they want to keep steady ship.
She’s bringing her daughter for this appointment, and she calls me to say they’re a bit late. Just five minutes. By the time they have arrived we haven’t been called in yet, so it’s all good.
Five minutes later, and we’re shown inside. Like last time, we shake hands with the woman in charge of the apparatus. Her daughter sits on my lap while they start to study her. Quickly, we’re told to go outside while they do check the placenta. Her daughter gets a bit worried, but I tell her it’s all fine.
Coming inside again, the ultrasound scan shows something – but the baby is too big for a good view of anything. They switch on the 3D version, and we suddenly see half a face. Her closed, left eyelid and surrounding facial area looks like my father. Or me? Maybe it’s just my imagination. While the nurse explains to her, I explain to her daughter. I make a point out of explaining to her and giving her information and attention – not simply looking at the screen and study the numbers. She curls up on my lap. A little bit out of boredom, but also because it’s all a bit weird to her. Suddenly there’s a 3D image of her little half sister on a TV screen.
Everythings fine, but the baby is a tad small. The nurse asks about my stepdaghters weight when she was born and concludes they’re about the same size. All normal, but they will check her again in a few weeks just to see if she develops properly and on her own terms. She does.
With her daughter curled up on my lap and my girlfriend on the table looking at my daughter still inside her – I conclude that this is family. And it’s mine. I think I got out of everything alright in the end. If I had only known…