Before Baby was on his way, I had seen quite a few of these supposed “3D” baby photos, and was quite honestly a little put off by them. All I could ever really see were deformed, orange faces. They also looked like they were melting, so generally the photos did nothing other than freak me out.
When Katie fell pregnant, and we started having scans, I finally brought up the issue of the 3D photos. I didn’t want one, but seeing as Katie and I had never discussed them previously, I had to be careful how to discuss the topic seeing as it might have actually been something she wanted to do. As it turned out, she was just as disinterested in having a 3D scan as I was.
Here’s a funny fact about pregnancy: you become a super excited person who just wants to see your growing baby as much as possible, and do as much for them as possible. As a result, my previous hatred for those “3D” photos quickly evaporated (well, at around 20 weeks anyway!), and suddenly I was itching to see what this little guys face looked like.
After the midwife appointment yesterday, I was on something of a high. I’d just heard Baby’s little heartbeat for the first time, and now I wanted more. More, more more! I had the name of a Birmingham company saved, as I’d looked into it the week previous, so I quickly phoned Peek-A-Baby and asked when their earliest appointment slot was. Turns out it was 9:15am the next day!
Roll on this morning, and Katie had been awake since 4:15am with excitement. She loves to see Baby on a screen, so the fact she’d get to see her boys face in a few short hours meant she just couldn’t get any real sleep.
We left for the place we had booked into, and by 9:05am were entering the building. From outside, I thought it looked a little tacky, but once inside it was a much different vibe, and it all felt very professional and relaxed.
The experience wasn’t without problems mind. I asked about how they wanted to do payment, and was then told that their card machine hadn’t been working for a while, so I’d have to go to a cash point. Except they didn’t know where a cash point was, and of course, neither did I.
The receptionist suggested either trying the petrol station at the bottom of the road, or to go to the roundabout at the top of the road, try by the shops, and if not go a bit further where there was definitely a bank. The latter seemed a bit of a nightmare considering it was farther, and I had less than 10 minutes until the appointment.
I took my chances, and ran to the petrol station. And I mean ran. It was a complete waste of my time though, as it turned out there wasn’t a cash point there. I ran back to the place of our appointment, getting there a few moments before the receptionist called Katie and I over to ask for our payment.
I told her she was wrong about the garage, and assumed she would just let one of us go to the top of the road to look for a cash point after the scan. You know what they say about assuming…?
Katie of course had to be the one to go, as it required a driver and that’s not me [yet]. I voiced my dissatisfaction with the receptionist, telling her that whilst it wasn’t her fault that their card machine wasn’t working, the staff should be telling customers to bring cash for payment, when taking their bookings via telephone. Some of their packages cost near £200, so I refuse to believe that people just walk in with that in their pocked each day – the assumption would be that you could pay by card for such an amount, correct?
Almost proving my point, the woman who was booked in for the slot after us encountered the exact same payment problem, and had to leave to get cash. This worked in our favour, as we’d been told that not having our appointment on time (due to their payment issues) might mean we’d have to wait for another slot as they wouldn’t want to delay anyone. Thankfully, when Katie got back, the woman due after us had not, so we got to finally go in to the scan room.
I should state now that from this point on, every part of our Peek-A-Baby experience was nothing but superb, and the staff very friendly. They just really could’ve handled the payment issues better, in my opinion.
So, we are in the room, and Katie is on the bed, getting her bump out ready for the scan. We were asked if we wanted Disney music playing over our DVD, and whilst the mere thought of it made me die a little inside, I knew Katie was going to be pro-Disney so I let her give them the thumbs up to put it on the DVD.
Music on. DVD recording. Bump out, and gel on. It was time to get this scan going!
The scan started out as the typical 2D scan we have in the hospital, although it had been six weeks since the last scan so it was lovely to see how his shape had changed even more since the last scan we had, six weeks earlier. They then switched between 2D and 4D (or is that 3D? I’m confused as to what the actual medical term is for the scan, as people seem to just call them 3D?), and I got to see my baby boy more clearly than I’d ever seen him before.
That crazy excitement of being a new parent suddenly kicked in again, and immediately I did not care about the orange skin or melting skin. All I cared about was watching my baby on that massive television screen for as long as I could.
What an experience it was. I got to see my sons face (and wow, he looks like his mother right now!), and I even got to see his little mouth open as he stuck his thumb in for a good suck. Honestly, I was in heaven.
I even got to hear his tiny ticker again too!
Once the scan was over, we had to wait a few moments before we were called into another private room where we could go through the photos and decide which three we wanted to be printed for us. We’d get all 13 photos on a CD of course, but the package I booked allowed us to have some printed for us too. We ended up being given a cheeky fourth photo too, possibly to make up for the payment issue, or perhaps he just made a mistake when printing them. I like to think it was the former.
So, I’m now armed with a DVD of the entire scan, complete with Disney music. I also have a CD of photos, and four photos printed at no extra cost. I now also know what my son looks like at this exact moment in time. Maybe he will change in appearance, or maybe he will stay the same – who knows? All I know is that he’s bloody cute, and I can’t wait to meet him properly.