“We had a bleak conversation,” he said. “It looked like it was a miscarriage. ... I had already been preparing my what-do you-want-to-do-about-this speech.”
Added Runge, “That was a rough weekend.”
But a week later, the baby was 66 milimeters.
“Now look at it!” he said, gesturing to Runge’s beautifully protruding belly.
After giving the kids the back story on Runge, Taylor prepared to perform the ultrasound. As the ultrasound gel splurted out of the tube, girls around the room jockeyed for position.
Within seconds, an image appeared on the monitor that was unmistakable.
Girls giggled, gasped, held their hands to their hearts, while on the screen, a series of rapid flutters showed everyone exactly how healthy the baby’s heart was.
“You can see the valve opening up, sending blood out,” Taylor said. “One, two, three four chambers. If you see four chambers, that rules out 90 percent of heart defects. ... That looks wonderful.”
Time to quiz the kids.
“Can you guys see this? Does anyone know what this is?”
“That’s the butt. There’s a cheek. There’s another cheek,” he said. “And it is a cute little butt.”
And later ...
“Can you see this? Anybody got a guess as to what this is? Anybody? It’s toward the butt? It’s filled with fluid? Can anybody guess?”
The kids giggle.
“It’s the bladder,” he says, and they giggle some more, as if they were thinking of something else.
Runge’s baby was very mobile.
“Can you tell the kid to stop moving around so much?” he joked. “This is the most entertaining baby we’ve had. Others have been kind of sluggish.”
One more quiz: “Anyone know what this little round thing is?”
“That’s her little boy,” he said. “That’s a scrotum. So (Runge’s first child) Kale’s got a brother. I was hoping we might able to catch that. You gotta have a cooperative baby.”