Emma dreamed that night. She dreamed she was at a playground with
little children everywhere. She was getting so frustrated at the fact that
it was time for her baby to eat, but she couldn't find out where her baby
was. She kept calling out a name, waiting for the child to run forward, but
she wouldn't come. Finally, Emma saw her at the top of a slide. The child
laughed and called out for Emma. Emma ran for the ladder. The child
couldn't go down the slide, it was way too dangerous. Emma climbed for what
seemed like an eternity, until she was so high up she could hardly breathe.
She reached the top and looked over to where the baby was. The slide had
disappeared. Emma reached for the child, but before she could grab her, the
baby jumped right over the edge and fell.
"NO!" Emma screamed.
She opened her eyes, and found herself in a hospital room. Remembering where she was and what had happened, she rolled on her side, looking away from everyone.
"Honey," Spike said, gently laying a hand on Emma's head. "Honey, do you feel okay? Do you want to go and see the baby?"
Emma sat up straight as a board, startling everyone.
"Is this some cruel joke?" Emma asked. "I clearly remember you telling me that my baby is dead. Is she alive?"
"Emma, your baby is alive," a doctor who was standing nearby said.
Emma felt a ray of hope. She could still have her baby, her baby was alive, she wasn't a bad mother, she still had a future with her child, and her baby was ALIVE!
Emma jumped out of bed ready to see the baby.
"Emma, your baby is alive, but she hasn't woken up. She is in a coma," the doctor said.
Emma was wheeled down the hall in a wheelchair. She was too weak to walk, according to the doctor. So she anxiously looked around as her mother talked.
"She is a beautiful little girl Em," Spike said.
They reached a room, where Spike stopped the chair, and helped Emma to stand. Her baby was in a little glass box, where Emma could reach through and touch her, but couldn't hold her.
Emma burst into tears. Her mother was right, the baby was beautiful. Emma reached through the glass and held the tiny hand. The baby had her hair, and her nose. The little eyes were closed, and Emma couldn't see who they belonged to.
Emma continued to hold the hand, refusing to let go. She would never let go. She wouldn't loose her baby again.
"NO!" Emma screamed.
She opened her eyes, and found herself in a hospital room. Remembering where she was and what had happened, she rolled on her side, looking away from everyone.
"Honey," Spike said, gently laying a hand on Emma's head. "Honey, do you feel okay? Do you want to go and see the baby?"
Emma sat up straight as a board, startling everyone.
"Is this some cruel joke?" Emma asked. "I clearly remember you telling me that my baby is dead. Is she alive?"
"Emma, your baby is alive," a doctor who was standing nearby said.
Emma felt a ray of hope. She could still have her baby, her baby was alive, she wasn't a bad mother, she still had a future with her child, and her baby was ALIVE!
Emma jumped out of bed ready to see the baby.
"Emma, your baby is alive, but she hasn't woken up. She is in a coma," the doctor said.
Emma was wheeled down the hall in a wheelchair. She was too weak to walk, according to the doctor. So she anxiously looked around as her mother talked.
"She is a beautiful little girl Em," Spike said.
They reached a room, where Spike stopped the chair, and helped Emma to stand. Her baby was in a little glass box, where Emma could reach through and touch her, but couldn't hold her.
Emma burst into tears. Her mother was right, the baby was beautiful. Emma reached through the glass and held the tiny hand. The baby had her hair, and her nose. The little eyes were closed, and Emma couldn't see who they belonged to.
Emma continued to hold the hand, refusing to let go. She would never let go. She wouldn't loose her baby again.