yesterday Alyssia had an ultrasound. regularly scheduled. her mother, my daughter, Jenny, went with her. Not knowing what they would see.
Alyssia's OB did it, because it is the 5 month one. not the tech. Jenny said the ob is not uhhhh, well, userfriendly. just matter of fact. which, in this case was exactly what was needed.
He looked and looked, moving around, trying to get Emrie to move around. He looked long and Care fully. Many times. They watched.
what he saw, what they saw, was a
NORMAL
20 week fetus.
a Normal skull filled with Normal brain matter all in it's Normal quadrants.
Normal facial constructs. a nose. Eyes normally spaced. a mouth and lips. no cleft palate. NORMAL.
a nice chin.
Kidneys, Normal and functioning
Heart, Normal and functioning, all aortas and ventricles
Normal placenta.
hands…Normal, not fingers clenched, but at one point, grasping her ankle that was at the end of a normal shin, and there was a Normal heel. At another point, grasping the umbilical, where she pulled herself and seemed to be chewing on it.
she was Busy. He said if she would just stop the "scissor kicking"…and when she did, Normal labia.
Normal.
Normal.
Everything Normal.
There is the amniocentesis next week. they say is definitive. ok. ok. but i think, what about all this Normal? but there is the blood tests that were Not Normal. ok. ok and ok. next week.
But she has a FACE. i so much wanted her to have a face. She has a face. a nice chin.
and so we go.
stitched together. One cloth. Some white Inktense. And do you see the as yet unborn Magician?…just in around 5 oclock? began the magic thread beads [ Jude Hill~Spirit Cloth], the 7 beads…6 black/white the 7th the red blood bead. Will go all around, North to East, the East
probably remaining Open….to allow Spirit to come and go.
how Threads move…..the Lilac here forms blooms. That same dusky purple as Emrie's firefly Cloth and talking to Jenny, she gives me a mission to find what kind of native small trees or bushes might be planted on the Hill in spaces that are cleared of brush to discourage the poison oak there. She says "like maybe lilacs", and we remember the old ancient Lilac forest down at the edge of our world in her childhood home in Michigan. Maybe like lilacs, she says.
windthread 
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