By the time the first precious sonogram image of my son was handed to me I had already endured two years of trying to get pregnant, a miscarriage and two failed IVF treatments. I clung to this flimsy sheet of paper with its meager outline of my son’s sweet head and stared at it every chance I got.
It was the first tangible evidence that joy was on its a way. I couldn’t just put it aside in my bedside table. This image was going to be enshrined in gold or at the very least displayed so that I could see it.
So…I took a piece of tracing paper, traced the outline of his head and neck, rubbed graphite from a pencil on the back of the trace, placed it on top of black construction paper and then traced the outline again transferring the graphite silhouette onto the construction paper. I cut it out 18th century cameo-style and placed it atop a patterned beautiful paper. I gave it a frame and got excited every time I caught a glimpse of it.
Tracing paper
Pencil
Scissors
Black contruction paper
Background/patterned paper
Glue
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