She was lying on her back, her neck craned to the right, the reflection of the monitor’s light turning her pale blue eyes green. ‘It is so beautiful. David – look,’ she said, pointing to the image of their unborn child on the screen before them. ‘It’s . . . wow. It’s unbelievable,’ said David, his smile so wide it hurt. ‘Is that . . . Doctor?’ he said turning to Sara’s OB/GYN, a pretty brown-eyed woman by the name of Michelle Taylor. ‘Is the baby actually opening and shutting its eyes?’ ‘Yes,’ replied Taylor. ‘In fact it’s probably been doing so for some time. The baby’s eyelids started to separate about a month or so ago and by now it is responding well to light. If you put a torch on Sara’s belly it might even move towards it – if it had the space, that is.’ ‘Wow,’ said David again, unable to stop himself. And Taylor smiled. ‘Your baby is now about nineteen inches long which is normal for thirty-seven weeks or so.
