Arizona found herself pacing back and forth in one of the rooms in Dr. Brady's office five weeks later. She and Faith were there for follow-up appointment number two. It was just a few days before the first one a month earlier that signs of yet another issue had appeared. Faith seemed to be experiencing extreme discomfort, but they couldn't be sure why. She was constantly fussy and obviously unable to tell them what hurt, so the educated guesses had begun.

They had suspected that it was a side-effect of one of her medications, but they didn't want to start changing any of those until they had ruled out other possibilities first. Faith had been trying a new formula and Arizona was even on a special diet in case something in her breast milk had caused this problem. There had been no change in the last four weeks, so this stressed out mom was hoping to find a different solution today.

"I know!" she sympathized with the now nine-week-old. "You were finally getting some sleep and that nurse came to take your blood pressure. Mommy knows how hard it is to be woken up. You wake us up a lot. It's not your fault, but you do!"

She dug a pacifier out of the diaper bag and tried to give it to Faith. The baby still wasn't very good at even taking a bottle – though she was improving slowly – so it wasn't likely that she would take it, but Arizona couldn't resist trying. Hearing Faith cry so much really wore on the whole family.

"No?" she asked when Faith wouldn't take it at all. "Oh, Faith…"

Dr. Brady walked in.

"Faith, I hear you're still pretty unhappy these days," he said.

"This is not colic. Sofia had really, really bad colic and this doesn't even compare," Arizona said. "We changed her diet – including mine because of the fact that I still pump a little – and that did nothing. Nothing that's supposed to help colicky babies does anything for her. At all. I know that some babies are just colicky and sometimes there's not much that helps, but this just can't be colic."

"Okay," he said in a tone that let her know that he was truly listening and was going to do whatever he could to help. "I think it might be the ACE inhibitor. It's known to cause a lot of side-effects."

"Right," Arizona said. "But the other one she was on wasn't working very well."

"Exactly."

"It makes me nervous to take her off of it because it works for her."

"I know," he agreed. "But I think switching her to one that's similar is probably best. We can monitor her B.P. and if it becomes an issue again, we'll figure it out. I don't want her in pain."

"Well, no."

"We'll see if that helps, huh Faith?" he asked as Arizona put her down so that he could do an echocardiogram.

Faith's cries only got louder as he looked at her heart. She had had enough of this appointment already. Luckily, Dr. Brady was not phased at all by this. In fact, it was very common for his patients not to be too impressed.

"I'm mean Dr. Brady, aren't I?" he asked. "Sorry! I'm just trying to look at your heart. A few of those valves could look a little better, but overall I'm happy."

"Yay!"

"How's bottle feeding going? She's still on the smaller side given her birth weight, but she's gaining. Slowly."

"Some days she does great. She's still only getting about an ounce by mouth at each feeding, if that, but she's getting faster at eating. So, the speech appointment did help. It's just that now that she's been so fussy all of the time, sometimes we can't get anywhere with that. I'll be honest. Yesterday morning's bottle feeding didn't work at all and I just couldn't bring myself to endure them for the rest of the day. Callie tried last night, but there are some days when I just can't try at every feeding. For the sake of my sanity."

"Understandable," he said. "The practice is good for her, but you're only human."

"Yeah."

"And you're doing pretty good considering everything, Faith," he smiled. "We'll get your medicines figured out and see if we can get you more comfortable, though."

"I really hope so," Arizona replied.

"Call me in two weeks if nothing changes. I don't want you having to wait a whole month again," he told her.

"Thank you."

"Stop staring at the phone," Mark told Callie he as found her sitting in the cafeteria eating lunch and willing her phone to ring. "Robbins'll call when they're done the appointment. She's not going to forget to tell you how it went."

"I know," she replied. "I'm just so anxious to hear what Brady said about her meds. We need to figure this out. We needed to figure it out a long time ago. Faith's in pain and we can't help her. Sofia doesn't get why she can't really do much with Faith, because all she does is scream. I come home from work to two cranky kids and a wife who has had the day from hell. Every single day. I have it easy. I get to come here and get a break, but –"

"Why don't you and Robbins go out?"

"And do what with the girls?" she asked. "Sofia can go to your place, but we can't leave Faith with just any sitter. We just can't."

"Faith's not my kid, but we could babysit," he pointed out. "I know she's not anything like most babies, but we could do it. We are doctors, Torres."

"But you've got Max, too," she said. "Playdates should be fun. Faith…I love her so much. I really, honestly do."

"I know," he nodded. "I'm not saying –"

"But 'fun' doesn't describe her. She's smiled twice. She's nine weeks and she's smiled twice. We know she can, so it's not a developmental thing, but she's just…never happy. She's either screaming or sleeping. At all times. Arizona and I barely manage to take care of two kids at the same time. You'd have three if we brought Faith over for a bit. I know you're offering, but you really have no idea how hard it would be. Plus, Sof needs a break just as much as we do."

"So, ask somebody else to take Faith. Karev, Altman…"

"I feel like we can't just ask. This isn't 'hey, hang out with my baby for a few hours, play with some toys and give her a bottle before bed.' It's a lot."

"When's the last time you and Arizona went out?" Mark asked. "I'm telling you, it helps. Since Max was born, Lexie and I have gone out at least twice a month. No kids. Before we started doing that, we were just…taking care of the kids all day and we had time for each other, but we needed time with no kids around."

"I get what you're saying," Callie said. "Really, I do. Arizona and I used to do that, too. Every time Sof was at your place on a Friday night. But now…"

"Hey Altman!" Mark said, calling Teddy over as she walked into the room.

"What?" Teddy asked.

"Do you have plans tonight?"

"No, why?" she asked.

"Can you watch Faith so that Callie and Arizona can have dinner and be able to hear the other person speak?"

"Mark, I said I couldn't just ask –"

"Sure," Teddy nodded. "What time?"

"Teddy, you don't have to –"

"I'm a Cardiothoracic surgeon. I can give meds. I can handle the feeding tube. I can tolerate the screaming for a few hours. Besides, I don't see that kid nearly enough."

"Well, you aren't going to be able to put her down the whole time."

"That's fine," she nodded. "Because I can go home to a nice bottle of wine at the end of the night. Sloan's right. I hate to say that, but he is. I know things have been…beyond hard since Faith was born."

"Thank you," Callie smiled, picking up the phone to text her wife about their sudden dinner plans.

"So, what did you do at school today?" Callie asked Sofia as she and Arizona got ready for their date night.

Faith was finally sleeping again, so the moms had taken this opportunity both to get ready and to spend a few moments focused on just Sofia. She had been as understanding as her four-year-old self could be, but she still craved their undivided attention. Letting her play with make-up while they did their own was making her so happy.

"We talked about healthy food and we got a snack to eat," she replied. "Some apples and yummy sauce."

"Do you know why we eat healthy food?" Arizona asked.

"It helps us be big and strong," she said. "Like have muscles and a big brain."

"You want a big brain?" Callie asked.

"Yep!" she said, smearing more eye shadow unto her face. "So I can do a job when I'm big."

"What job do you want to do, Sof?" Arizona asked.

This was always a fun question to ask her because her answers varied greatly. Sometimes she would say something like a teacher and other times she would decide that she wanted to grow up to be a fairy.

"A doctor," she said. "'Cause like…everybody is."

"You know a lot of doctors, huh? Me, Madre, Daddy, Lexie, lots of our friends…"

"Yeah," she said. "I don't wanna be the doctor who gives a shot though."

"I'm sure your patients would love that," Callie told her. "You'd be the busiest doctor ever. Lots of people would come to see you if you didn't give any shots, right?"

"Yeah," she said. "Mommy?"

"Yes?" Arizona asked.

"What's the kind of doctor who makes babies better?"

"It depends," she said. "But usually Neonatologists or Pediatricians."

"I wanna be one of those," she said.

"I'm one of those," she replied. "At work, I help kids. I'm a Pediatric surgeon. I do surgeries for them."

"Like Faith?"

"Faith has a Pediatric Cardiologist," Callie explained. "That means Dr. Brady takes care of her heart."

"Oh," she said. "Heart doctors are good."

"Auntie Teddy's a heart doctor. And Cristina, too," Arizona explained.

"I'll be one of them," she said.

"You will? You've got it all figured out, huh?" Callie asked. "Because we talk about Faith's heart a lot?"

"Yeah," she nodded. "And I know how to help. Sometimes I help give Faith a kiss after she has to get medicine."

"You do," Arizona smiled.

"Or I'll be a ballerina," she said. "They get to spin in circles."

"You can't decide between the spinning and the helping babies, huh?"

"I like both," she said. "I'll be a doctor ballerina."

"Who doesn't give shots," Callie added.

"Yep!"

Arizona took off the third dress she had tried on. She hadn't gone out like this since she was pregnant and none of her pre-pregnancy dresses seemed right to her now. She really didn't think she would care about her body changing, but she just wanted to look her best for her wife tonight. Lately she had been lucky to be able to shower, so she needed to feel good for this dinner.

"That one looked good," Callie told her. "Put it back on."

"Really?" she asked. "I didn't still look pregnant?"

"You looked great," she smiled. "Blue looks great on you. With your eyes."

"What do you think, Sof?" Arizona asked.

"I think you look pretty all the time," she said.

"Aw!" she said, giving her daughter a kiss. "Thank you. I needed to hear that today. I didn't feel very pretty today. Faith and I had a hard day."

"You and Faith are both pretty," she said. "She's just like you but tiny."

She smiled. "And you're just like Madre but tiny," she told her.

"I'm big."

"Well, not as big."

"Yeah," she said. "And nobody looks like Daddy."

"Max does a little bit," Callie said.

"Not me."

"Nope," Arizona replied. "Madre and I got some pretty girls, huh?"

Teddy arrived about twenty minutes later just as the two wives were finished getting ready. Arizona had texted her telling her not to knock because the baby was asleep, so she just came right in.

"Auntie Teddy!" Sofia yelled out when she realized it was her.

"Inside voice," Callie reminded her. "Sister's having a nap."

"Oh yeah."

Teddy came into the room. "Hey Sof," she smiled.

"We get to play today," she said. "'Til my daddy picks me up."

"I know," she smiled. "I'm excited. What should we play?"

"We should watch a movie."

"Sounds good."

"Are you sure about this?" Arizona asked.

They knew that taking care of Faith was a challenge and they didn't want their friends to feel obligated to help them. They knew that most of them were capable, but that didn't mean that it wasn't still difficult.

"Very," she nodded. "It's one night for me. You've done this day in and day out for awhile now."

"Auntie Teddy…" Sofia said.

"Yeah?" she asked.

"My sister doesn't eat dinner. She gots a tube for her food. It's gross."

"I know."

"You gotta hook it up for her."

"I will."

"Good," she said. "It's so icky, but it helps Faith."

Considering her age, Sofia had a good grasp of what Faith's needs were. She knew that her sister didn't like any of her medications, but that they were helping her heart. She understood Faith's feeding tube and liked to tell her parents – and now her aunt – all about how most of Faith's food didn't even go in her mouth. She didn't really understand why the baby was so irritable, but she did try to help make her feel better.

"Auntie Teddy'll take good care of Faith," Callie assured her.

"Yeah."

They were thoroughly enjoying their dinner. The place was quiet and their little booth at the back added perfectly to the romance they were aiming for. The steak dinner was delicious and Arizona even allowed herself a glass of wine since she figured that she didn't have to feed Faith any breast milk from tonight. She more than deserved a nice red wine and she was going to enjoy it.

"I'm so glad we did this," she told her wife as she gave her a kiss.

"Me too."

"Listen!" she said. "There's no crying baby here. Amazing, isn't it?"

"I feel like I should be home more," Callie replied. "I've always known that people who say stay-at-home moms don't work were crazy. You work just as hard as I do, probably harder. And I'm working such long hours, but I get to leave work. You don't get to have breaks often enough."

"No," she agreed. "But you love your job and I love that you love your job. It's important, too. You're home as much as you can be. I know that."

"Still," she said. "When I'm home, you should be able to get out more. I should've told you to go do something while I watched the girls. I never have. I knew you were getting so burnt out, but I didn't –"

"Calliope, when you're home, I want to see you as much as the girls do," she smiled. "I need time with you, too. And we need family time. If I want to get out of the house, I'll tell you. For instance, I might start telling you that we have to do this more often. Now that we know Teddy's so willing to babysit the

She smiled. "Sounds good."

"And hopefully the change that Brady made today works," she added. "Because the poor baby's been so upset for weeks now."

"Can you imagine if we actually got to sleep for more than forty-five minutes at a time?" Callie asked. "Just that alone would change so much. And if she was a calmer baby –"

"I want to know what her real personality is like," Arizona said. "She was probably a different baby in the hospital. Half of the time she was on at least some sort of sedative. And then she started screaming, and screaming, and screaming when we brought her home. I want to get this whole thing sorted out just so we can learn who she is. I want to know what her favourite toys are…all of that. Right now, she doesn't really pay attention to any of them. She's hurting."

"Yeah."

"Do you ever wonder why us?" she asked. "Don't get me wrong. Nothing could make me trade those kids for the world, but why'd we have to go through two N.I.C.U. stays and have a baby who's never going to be healthy?"

"We just got the special ones," Callie smiled. "I honestly believe that we got them for a reason. I don't really know what the reason was, but healthy babies who just do what they're supposed to when they're supposed to weren't in the cards for us."

"I know."

"A patient asked me if we were going to try for a boy at some point the other day," Callie said. "That whole concept seems completely ridiculous to me. For one, why do we need a boy?"

"We don't," she agreed. "I love having two girls."

"Me too," she nodded. "I always pictured myself with boys, but…no."

Before finding out about Faith's condition, there had been some talk of having three kids, but it wasn't in the cards now and that was okay. This was the first time that they had ever talked about it, but both of them had decided long ago that Faith would be their last child. Her medical needs were a lot of work and they just didn't feel like they could adequately parent any more children. Plus, it just felt like that would be tempting fate too much. Sofia was healthy now, Faith would live with Hypoplastic Left Heart Syndrome forever, and they had learned that they simply couldn't expect a third baby to be healthy. They thought Faith would be and she wasn't.

"Did this patient know that Faith has H.L.H.S.? And what that means for her? I mean, we're so, so, lucky she's even still here. Why would we already be thinking about another baby?"

"No, she didn't. I tend not to tell people too often when they ask because then I just get the 'I'm sorry' reaction. And yes, it's not something we wanted her to have. I hate that she has it. But she's still our baby and she's not any less perfect to us."

"Nope," she agreed. "And we get to celebrate even more things. When most kids take a bottle, it's no big deal. When Faith does, it's huge."

"Yep."

"We've made it two months," Arizona said. "We can do this, right?"

"We can," she nodded.