My very kind sister in law has loaned me a fetal doppler monitor that I can use at home for the last half of my pregnancy to listen in on G’s little heartbeat whenever I get anxious. And between my previous pregnancy losses and the fact that I feel a lot less movement in this pregnancy due to the position of my placenta, I get anxious a lot.
It’s a nifty little machine, and this morning I tried it out for the first time. After a little trial and error, I was able to pick up the swoosh, swoosh, swoosh of G’s heartbeat. Very reassuring.
Of course C wanted to “help” by holding the boxy part of the machine while I moved the doppler wand around my belly. As she held it, she offered this rather bizarre observation, apropos of nothing: “If you push the emergency button, a cowboy will come.”
She repeated this several times.
I didn’t know she even knew what a cowboy is. Or an emergency button. But maybe I’ll try it sometime. You know, if I ever find myself in emergency need of a cowboy.