The heartrate was 155 (highest it has been), baby is weighing in at a perfect 3 pounds, 6 ounces, and we are head down and ready to shoot through the birth canal in a painless and quick fashion.
After she finished her part, the doc came in who I absolutely love. He has the best bedside manner of anyone I've ever met. He checked all the essentials again: four-chamber heart, two kidneys, bladder, ventricles of the brain, etc. He even pointed out specific cardiac anatomy to me which I found fascinating! (I know I'm a science dork...)
But then he apparently became determined to get us a glimpse at that sweet little face because he worked my belly over in a series of not-so-pleasant maneuvers in order to get baby's face away from my uterus and smiling at the camera... I mean to tell you, this guy kneaded, pressed, pushed, shoved, and bullied my baby into a position that worked for the ultrasound.
It worked, and we even caught the baby yawning in this picture! It was the sweetest thing I've ever seen in my life. The picture kinda creeps me out to be quite honest, but to see it on the big screen monitor was breathtaking. Just pretend you can see the baby start and finish the yawn so it doesn't look so much like a goblin trying to frighten young children.