The ultrasound was easy, Viv was perfect and laid still with nary a fuss for the 10 minutes it took to capture pictures of her TEENY TINY ORGANS. We saw her wee little uterus, which was a little odd. I felt like I was invading her privacy. Christian thought her kidneys looked like a baboon's face. The ultrasound technician had never heard that one before. No, literally. She guessed that Christian was an artist, as she said that artists and engineers always see bizarre images in the ultrasound.
The VC was less pleasant. Viv had to be catheterized, have dye injected via the cath into her bladder and then be x-rayed voiding. She was incredibly calm, though, and didn't flinch or fuss when the nurse inserted the cath, which was remarkable. The nurses were impressed that we had thought to bring Viv's favorite toys, as, apparently, most parents don't think of it. Oh, and everyone said she was just beautiful and called in other staff and faculty to see her. She's the prettiest baby ever.
Anyway, both tests showed that everything was functioning normally, and that she doesn't need to be on prophylactic antibiotics, thankfully. We're relieved, for us and for her.