AN: Since people like Elizabeth's diary entries here's another one, it might answer some questions, it might not. I dunno, anyway, read and enjoy.
Disclaimer: I own all the adults but not the babies.
Interlude 2
Dear diary,
After three months I finally got to see my baby girl. I got a phone call at about 3 am from a geneticist, Dr. Lexmark, saying he needed to speak to me about my daughter and could I please go to the hospital at 9 am that morning. I was understandably worried so I agreed, even though I had a bad feeling about the doctor.
When I got to the hospital they sent me to a small office to wait. I wasn't the only one waiting there though, the woman from my hospital room was waiting with me. I don't think I need to tell you how confused I was about that.
When Dr. Lexmark finally arrived (half past nine!) he led us down several long, winding corridors to a cold sterile room. We weren't allowed in the room, for our own safety they said, but we could look at the babies in their cribs.
They were sleeping when we got there, mine and hers, and there didn't appear to be anything wrong with them. My baby girl is perfect, an angel, with the most adorable hands and feet, and her smile… I was ready to smash the glass to get to her when she smiled. But when she opened her eyes it was a bit of a shock, they aren't blue like her fathers or green like mine, they were them most unusual red on black colour. I don't love her any less for it though, she's still my perfect little girl and I still want her with me.
The other woman, Karen White, agreed with me. Since when the other baby, her son, opened his eyes they were exactly the same. He was gorgeous too, I hate to admit it but compared to him my sons were the ugliest babies alive. How could two such perfect babies be cut off from human contact like that.
Dr. Lexmark still won't let us take them home, he says that he doesn't know what could have made their eyes like they are and he doesn't want to risk that it could be some contagious disease that they might spread. He wants to keep them in and run some tests on them. He says we will be able to take them home when the results come in. Somehow I don't believe him. I have a horrible feeling that we will never see our babies again. God help him if that happens, I won't rest until my baby is safe at home with the rest of the family. Karen agrees with me on this. Our children ARE coming home, no matter how long it takes.
Elizabeth.
Well there you go. Does that answer any of you questions? Have you got more? Please let me know.
Disclaimer: I own all the adults but not the babies.
Interlude 2
Dear diary,
After three months I finally got to see my baby girl. I got a phone call at about 3 am from a geneticist, Dr. Lexmark, saying he needed to speak to me about my daughter and could I please go to the hospital at 9 am that morning. I was understandably worried so I agreed, even though I had a bad feeling about the doctor.
When I got to the hospital they sent me to a small office to wait. I wasn't the only one waiting there though, the woman from my hospital room was waiting with me. I don't think I need to tell you how confused I was about that.
When Dr. Lexmark finally arrived (half past nine!) he led us down several long, winding corridors to a cold sterile room. We weren't allowed in the room, for our own safety they said, but we could look at the babies in their cribs.
They were sleeping when we got there, mine and hers, and there didn't appear to be anything wrong with them. My baby girl is perfect, an angel, with the most adorable hands and feet, and her smile… I was ready to smash the glass to get to her when she smiled. But when she opened her eyes it was a bit of a shock, they aren't blue like her fathers or green like mine, they were them most unusual red on black colour. I don't love her any less for it though, she's still my perfect little girl and I still want her with me.
The other woman, Karen White, agreed with me. Since when the other baby, her son, opened his eyes they were exactly the same. He was gorgeous too, I hate to admit it but compared to him my sons were the ugliest babies alive. How could two such perfect babies be cut off from human contact like that.
Dr. Lexmark still won't let us take them home, he says that he doesn't know what could have made their eyes like they are and he doesn't want to risk that it could be some contagious disease that they might spread. He wants to keep them in and run some tests on them. He says we will be able to take them home when the results come in. Somehow I don't believe him. I have a horrible feeling that we will never see our babies again. God help him if that happens, I won't rest until my baby is safe at home with the rest of the family. Karen agrees with me on this. Our children ARE coming home, no matter how long it takes.
Elizabeth.
Well there you go. Does that answer any of you questions? Have you got more? Please let me know.