Part C:

Two and a half weeks went by slowly for the Abbey. Each moment seemed to stretch out farther and farther to the anxious household.

Shortly before the third week ended the two doctors returned with a slew of nurses. Several of the nurses had American accents. They had with them two strange cribs. They looked much like George's crib but there were odd boxes stuck to the bottom of the bed part of the cribs. There were odd tubes that were pulled into the cribs that were attached to the boxes. There were also two clear masks with bag type things on them. The doctors introduced the nurses. A few of them were from the village hospital while several were from a special center in Chicago that specialized in preemie care. The cribs turned out to be incubators while the boxes provided extra warmed to the crib. The masks were used to circulate air through the twins if they had trouble breathing.

The idea of her babies not being able to breath scared Edith. But she had to be strong. For her babies. They hadn't explained the extra tubes to the family but Edith figured they were there to help the babies. The doctors shooed everyone but the nurses from the room. They didn't allow Evelyn in the room nor Cora to decrease the chance of infection.

Part CI:

They gave Edith a sedative to numb the pain of the delivery. It was really just so she would feel the knife all that much. Dr. Clarkson out some antibacterial scrub on her large belly before doing the cesarean section. Edith cried out as the sedative wasn't all that strong. She could feel immense pressure on her stomach and the pain of the cuts was overwhelming.

Before she realized it she heard a weak cry and looked up slightly to see Dr. Clarkson lifting up her son before handing him over to the nurses to care for. They huddled around him after laying him in one of the incubators. The doctors began to make a few more incisions.

Shortly after her son was born she heard a loud wail and looked at her crying baby girl in the doctor's hands. She was tiny but strong as other nurses took her and placed her in the incubator beside her older brother. Dr. Clarkson quickly stitched her belly up after taking both placentas out of her womb.

After the stitches were made and everything cleaned up Dr. Clarkson allowed Cora and Evelyn in. He didn't want to risk the twins getting infected by anything so only allowed those two to see them for the time being.

Edith had fallen asleep exhausted as it had taken nearly two and a half hours for the birth.

Evelyn was shown his daughter first. He looked down at the tiny little baby under the pink blanket in the incubator. She had a tube stuck in her nose and frowned as the nurse explained that while she was breathing just fine her lungs weren't getting enough oxygen so the tube that was attached to a small oxygen tank beside the incubator was supplying the required oxygen. Evelyn smiled as his little girl looked up at him with her little eyes. Although she was very small and weighed only about (3 pounds) she was a beautiful baby.

Evelyn then was shown his son. They told him that he was the oldest. But he was also the smallest. He had the same tube as his sister but also had a mask on his face. He felt tears fill his eyes as the nurses pumped the oxygen through him tiny body. He weighed a little over (1 pound) and was very tiny. But to Evelyn he was a beautiful and strong little boy. He wasn't a religious man but he found himself saying a little prayer for his two babies. After watching his son for a few minutes he went over to where Cora was beside Edith.

Dr. Clarkson said she was fine. Edith simply needed plenty of rest. And he advised against any physical activity outside of weaning and holding the twins to allow the incisions to heal properly. Evelyn sat down beside her and stroked her soft damp hair. He told Cora to go meet her newest grandchildren to which Cora smiled.

She went to the incubators that sat side by side. Her heart broke at their small size and the tubes and mask. But she could already see Edith in them. They both had light tufts of hair atop their heads and they already had their mother's nose and mouth. She smiled as the little girl reached towards her to be held. Cora took the tiny hand instead and marveled at the strength in which the baby held onto her pinky finger. Her granddaughter might've been small but she sure wasn't weak.

Cora then turned her attention to her youngest grandson. He was the tinier of the two and the oldest. He looked so small. So weak. She was afraid he wouldn't make it. But she wouldn't tell her family. No. That would break them. Especially Edith and Evelyn.

After nearly three hours after their birth Edith woke up. Her children were wheeled over to either side of the bed and her crying daughter was laid in her waiting arms. The nurses told her she needed to wean them to encourage feeding and to bond with the babies. They believed that the more time spent with the mother would help them to grow and become stronger.

She looked down at her little girl and smiled. "Now now Marigold. Is that really how you should ask for food?" she cooed to the child. The newly named Marigold simply looked up at her mother silently before starting to cry again. The tube was still in her nose and a nurse helped her to feed her daughter while not messing with the tube.

Evelyn smiled at Edith. "Marigold. It's perfect. What about her middle name?" he asked. Edith smiled at her mother. "Marigold Cora Napier." she said to a beaming Cora.

Cora had tears in her eyes at the sound of her granddaughter named after her. "What about your son? So I may tell the family." she asked.

Edith sighed. She had really wanted to name him after his birth father but maybe Evelyn was right. Maybe she shouldn't name him after Michael. "Mason. Mason Robert Napier." she answered smiling although it hurt her to deny her son his father's name but as her mother and new husband smiled at her she knew she had done the right thing.

Cora was surprised that Edith hadn't named Mason Michael. But she was relieved that Edith wouldn't have to explain to her son who Michael was.

Part CII:

Cora went into the sitting room and chuckled at her family pacing and sitting in the edges of their seats. Cora cleared her throat and smiled at the anxious faces that looked at her. "Edith is perfectly fine. She simply needs plenty of rest. The eldest of the twins is a baby boy. He is very small. Smaller than her sister. He is having some difficulty breathing. But I'm sure with time he'll be ok. The second of the twins is a little girl. She is also very small but is larger than her brother. She can breathe on her own but isn't getting enough oxygen so she as well as her brother have tubes in their noses and the boy has a mask on his face." she said.

Sybbie didn't care much for all that information. She was only concerned about one thing. "What are they named?" she asked.

Cora grinned. "Mason Robert and Marigold Cora Napier." she said excitedly.

Robert grinned while Mary and Tom chuckled. They both knew how much Robert had wanted George named after him.

Part CIII:

Rose quickly went to her room and grabbed the box of clothes. She took them to Edith's room and knocked.

Evelyn opened the door and smiled at her. "Hello Rose. Do you need something?" He asked.

Rose smiled. "I have a gift for you and Edith. May I come in?" She asked.

Evelyn went back into the room and asked the nurses if it would be alright for Rose to enter the room. They told his she would have to wait about a week before she was allowed in. Evelyn opened the door back up and frowned sympathetically at her. "I'm sorry Rose. But they don't want the twins to become ill so only myself, Lady Crawley, and the doctors and nurses are allowed in the room for about a week." He said.

Rose sighed then smiled. "Well go ahead and take the gift then. You'll need it. It's from Sybbie, Cousin Robert, and myself." She said before giving him the box and going back with the rest of the family.

Evelyn shut the door and sat in a chair that was right beside Marigold's incubator by the bed. Evelyn peeked in and smiled at the now sleeping baby. He told Edith what Rose had said and chuckled as Edith tucked Mason in his incubator from where she had been adjusting his little mask. The nurses were now caring for the babe.

Edith took the box and put it beside her. She opened it up and squealed at the pile of baby clothes. She hadn't even thought about clothing with the stress of worrying about their health so the clothes were very welcome indeed. The two of them took all of the clothes out and Edith giggled. "These were my sisters, niece, nephew, and my own baby clothes. They fixed them up and even made some much smaller." She said. She couldn't believe they had done this for her and had to hold back the tears that threatened to spill.

The two of them found the smallest of the clothes and put them to the side before repacking the box for later. Edith asked the nurses if she was allowed to dress the twins. They told her she could and then they would help her especially with Mason and his mask. The nurses and Edith dressed Mason in a little blue nightie with little sailor hats lining the collar, cuffs, and hem of it. Evelyn found a little sailors hat in the box. It was a big on him but it did look adorable on the small baby.

Next Evelyn picked up Marigold and after one small whiff he noticed she needed her nappy changed. So the new parents changed the baby and dressed her in a little pink nightie with small yellow flowers all over it. She looked absolutely darling and the little smile that lit up her face as she looked at her daddy made her the most beautiful little girl in Evelyn and Edith's world.

(This is the thirty fifth chapter for Breakfast Woes! This story will have one or two more chapters then after say a week or so if you all would like I will begin the sequel. The sequel will not be as long and might simply be a series of shorts. I'm not completely decided yet. I want to apologize for the lateness of this. I have no excuse and I am very very sorry. Now the way I ddi the birth and the care of the preemies was based off of information I found on preemie treatment in the 1920's including the center in Chicago which was a real place although I don't know if those nurses or doctors ever left the country to help. I also used my mother's situation. My mom gave birth to triplets 4 years ago and so I remember my parents explaining to us the C-section and I can remember looking through the N-ICU window at the babies in the incubator. I hope you liked this chapter. Thank you! Thank you! Thank you to all who have read and reviewed! It means the world to me! Oh and the questions I was asked in the reviews I can't answer right now as although I have an idea of what will happen things could change as I write it. Read and Review. Thanks! This takes place in the 4th season. I do not own Downton Abbey no matter how many stars I wish upon. It belongs to Julian Fellows.)