The Motion Picture Debut of Baby Meatballs
The Motion Picture Debut of Baby Meatballs
The little one in the oven
In about thirty days, my son will be born. Last week, my fiancé and I got the coming attraction at Med Life Imaging in Upper Saddle River, New Jersey. For those not familiar with this establishment, it’s an ultra swanky ultrasound center where you go into a fancy room—resembling a high-end luxury suite—to watch your unborn child on a 52 inch flat screen TV.
As I said on many occasions, I’m old-school, “analog,” even. I like my VHS tapes. Imagine my surprise when I got to see a DVD of my baby—smiling, yawning and doing chest-breathing exercises—live from the womb! Didn’t quite get a clear picture of his meatballs and braciole, but the technician, Nicole, assured us that Megin and I are definitely having a little boy.
Nicole was not just some carbon copy technician either, she was a warm-hearted person, who truly seemed to care. Too often, medical practitioners tend to lose their bedside manner, especially when you are doing something very complicated. People are not robots, and although the equipment was high-tech, the “feel” that we got in that room was extremely comfortable, and Nicole was definitely professional and personable at the same time. She answered all of our questions and provided information that we could easily understand. That type of genuine personality is rare, but she enhanced the visit so much with her wonderful demeanor. The ambience was quite nice as well—from the soothing music to the leather sofas, which were quite relaxing…
Ahhhhhhhhhh... the The
Ahhhhhhhhhh... the The Thinker!