I remember the first time I heard Roby’s heartbeat. We didn’t know she was Roby then, or that she was a she. It was an immense relief and a comfort. It was a lovely moment and I can picture it with incredible clarity. We hadn’t heard her heartbeat at the ultrasound, which was normal, but everything then is such a worry. It was a nice thing to hear then, and it’s a nice thing to hear now. 

Lately before bed, and sometimes throughout the day when I’ve got her on my shoulders I’ll twist her around. Usually her chest is against the back of my head but I’ll turn her so it’s against my ear and I’ll listen to her heartbeat. It’s a quick little sound and it’s lovely.

It’s amongst the favorite parts of my day, it’s a moment of such incredible purity that it’s difficult to explain. 

Roby Rules, simple as that.