RE: The day I heard my heart

Just like when blood pressure is taken, it tends to be higher :)

It was really just the eerie whooshing sound of the ultrasound machine that got me. It abstracted life to information and that was confronting. Not sure if I articulated that well (or deeply) enough in my writing.

Writing (like life) is always a work in progress. Perhaps this is something I will revisit in the future.