FaceTiming with our baby’s first ultrasound
’M SITTING IN MY CAR IN THE PARKING LOT OF A HIP Mexican restaurant in Oakland, Calif., FaceTiming with the ultrasound. It’s a blob—it’s always a blob—but I’m missing something. The connection is fuzzy, the sound cuts out, and the sonogram circles freeze and unfreeze black and white. The doctor I’ve never met is pointing to things I can’t see. This is our first kid, our first appointment. I’m not allowed in the room or in the hospital.
