Thursday, March 14, 2013
When you see the ultrasound image of your daughter's heart, steadily beating on the monitor next to her bed, you know what it is right off. This is the same heart you saw beating on an ultrasound monitor at NYU eight years ago, a couple of weeks before she was born. Her heart beats slower now, and you can see it in great detail. You see the chambers, the valves opening and closing, the blood gushing in and out of her heart as she lies quietly, watching Stuart Little on a television screen across the room. Her heart beats steadily on and on, while yours races and pounds every time the technician zooms in on a valve or marks something on that picture of the sweetest heart in the world.