Magic Number

This morning C and I set the alarm for 7:30 and biked to the hospital first thing. We sat for three hours, shifting nervously in leather chairs and staring at the diamond tiles on the floor. Finally my name was called and I was whisked behind door number 2. The doctor was young and pleasant, and I was relieved to find that she could also speak English. Within 5 minutes I was undressed with my feet in the air, separated at the waist by a curtain. She pulled it back suddenly, revealing a screen. Pointing at a tiny heart beat, she smiled and said simply: dai jo buu. Everything`s alright.

Afterwards, she sent me on my way with a sonogram of our little kidney bean and this magic number: April 7, 2007.