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When my daughter proudly presented me with an ultrasound of my grandson, to be honest, I didn’t see anything that made sense to me. I was excited at the prospects of my first grandchild, but I had no connection to the gray swirls pictured. I had no emotional bond to what my daughter told me was my grandson. But, sure enough, a few months later, he was born. He looked a lot different, but it was the same child that I had strained to see in the cloud of gray swirls, and he’s the same child who is one of my greatest joys today.
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