The big news in this chapter. Anyway, I have been doing a ton of research, and I am going to have a lot in this chapter to dump on you, so be prepared. Oh, and I think I am going to have only three more chapters unless people want more, so tell me what you want, and I will grant your wish.

OK, in the last chapter, I said that Caleb was just getting out of surgery. WHAT I MEANT was he was getting out of post-Operation watch. The reason Troy hadn't called Gabriella earlier was because he was asleep when Caleb was taken to surgery. Yees, he slept in the NICU, in the chairs.

P.S. I have no beta, all mistakes are mine. (Though I have ran this through a spellchecker)

Gabriella gasped as she looked at the heart monitor. There was a slow, steady beeping as Caleb began to breathe on his own. He was still not awake, for the half of a minute without oxygen made him pass out. His chest rose and fell with each tiny breath he took. The doctor checked a few more things and turned to Troy and Gabriella.
"I don't believe it," She said again.

"Believe what? What's wrong?" Gabriella, having forgotten that they were going to let the baby go only minutes ago, asked.

"The intibation, it was actually limiting his breathing. We believed that he was to weak to breathe on his own, but he is. Om, my God. This is amazing!" Gabriella gaped.

"Will he be OK then?" The doctor paused.

"Well, his breathing is good, but he still will need a heart transplant in about a week, sooner if possible. But we want to be sure he will live. I have to run some tests..." She walked off, her eye's still wide and muttering 'this is impossible' to herself. Gabriella looked down at Caleb. His chest till rose and fell in perfect rhtyem, tiny sounds escaping his mouth with each inhale and exhale.

"Wow." Was all she said. Soon, Caleb was opening his eye's. He looked around, making cooing noises now. The tube was removed from his throat, so he could make noise. Gabriella smiled, letting him wrap his hand around her finger. He was so tiny. Only five pounds even, Gabriella was surprised he could even make noise. Soon, he was asleep again. Gabriella let her fingers trace the now stitched cut on his chest where they had had to cut him open. It was still oozing blood a little, but he had been in careful observation for the last ten hours before he was aloud back into the NICU. Gabriella wiped away tears. Caleb was small, but not tiny like he was when he was born. When he was born, he could fit in the palm of er hand. Not she could hold him in the crook of her arm.

He was wearing a small, light blue outfit that covered his whole body except his left foot for his IV and blood monitor to hook up to, and his hands. His hair was grown a tiny bit too, it was blond, like his brother's, but he had only the smallest bit, and you could see his scars from surgery. It had t be shaved before each surgery, so it had no real time to grow. Gabriella smiled and took out her camera. She brought it with her every time he came to the NICU, just so she could get a picture to show to her on-line friends.

"Gabi? The doctor wants to talk to us." Troy said slowly, placing his hand on her shoulder. She nodded, and giving Caleb the smallest of kisses, walked out into the hall with the doctor was waiting.

"Caleb is doing as well as can be expected, and we now have confirmed that he has a bad case of cerebral palsy. Ataxic, in his case. It is one of the more rare kinds, but how it should effect him in the future, if he lives, is he will have problems with balance and coordination. Caden has a mild case of the more common type, spatsic. How it will effect him is he can't relax his muscles or the muscles may be stiff. Cole escaped it all together."

"So, will they be able to walk?"

"I think Caden will have to wear leg braces, but he shouldn't have a problem walking with them. And we won't be able to tell clearly until he is about two, but we also think that it has affected the speech part of his brain. He will have talking problems and we are going to want him to go through physical and speech therapy in the future." The doctor said. "I will give you some papers on both of their conditions after we are done."

"And Caleb?" Gabriella asked.

"He will need a wheelchair or leg braces all the time, and will still have trouble even then. And don't get me wrong, Ca den can still live a normal life, do things normal kids do, even compete in games. Even Caleb will live normally. We see no signs of advanced brain problems, so he should be just fine if he can pull through this heart situation." She smiled reassuringly. "He s doing great now. If his heart were healthy, we would put him at above fifty percent chance survival. We have set out a nation wide note that we need a newborn, preferably small heart for transplant."

"But doesn't that mean that some other baby will have to die?" The nurse nodded.

"It is a give and take situation. Most premature baby's die, if born before six months, so if we can find a heart big enough, we should have on within the week. Oh, I have to go. I need to go see how some other baby's are doing and finish my rounds." Gabriella smiled and sat down in one of the chairs. Kessie was sleeping in her stroller, while Diego was curled up on one of the other seats. Caden was cooing in his stroller while Cole was sleeping beside him. Troy sat beside Gabriella and put his arm around her.

"Whats wrong?" he asked softly.

"I don't know. Here we are, hoping some other mother and father will go what we have gone through, losing a baby, so save Caleb. Some parent or sibling is going to have to go what we went through losing Jesson and Hope. How can we sit here, just hoping, wishing, to put someone else through that so Caleb will live? It just seems wrong." She started crying and Troy pulled her into his arms.

"I don't know. When Jesson died, we gave up his heart to save a little girl. Though we were torn that our baby died, we were happy that some other little girl would live. Whatever happens, it will all be alright." Gabriella nodded and continued to cry. It was just a very emotional situation. Suddenly, Caden yelped as Cole shifted in his sleep. The nurses all laughed as the baby tried to scooch away from his brother, not getting far because at three months, all he had control of were his head and arms. He turned his head from side to side, cooing and gurgling. Gabriella wiped her tears away and reached over to pick Caden up. He cooed some more and kicked his legs back and forth.

"Hey, little guy. Wanna see your older brother?" Caden cooed louder, so she took that as a 'Yes.' Walking over to little Caleb's crib, she looked in on him, letting Caden see him, while still supporting his head. He just gurgled some more. Soon, he was back asleep and Gabriella set him back in the stroller, walking up to the counter in the NICU.

"Excuse me?"

"Yes?" One of the nurses said, looking up.

"Do you have any sort of paper on what baby's should be doing at certain stages of their life?" The nurse nodded and handed Gabriella a printed piece of paper.

"We give these to all new moms." Then turning back to her work, said not another word. Gabriella shrugged and sat back down beside the now snoring Troy. Looking over the paper, she smiled. Caden and Cole were doing fine. This is what it said:

At 3 months, a baby is alert and responding to the world:

When put on his/her tummy, he/she can hold her chest and
head up for 10 sec.
He/she tries to swipe at toys hung over the crib.
He/she turns her head toward an interesting sound or
listens to voices.
Loves to stare at people's faces.
He/she coos and gurgles
Height-23.5 inches Weight-12.5 pounds

At 6 months, he/she is developing control over his/her body.

He/she can sit with support and may sit alone for short
periods of time.
He/she can roll over
He/she will hold out his/her arms to be lifted up or
reach and grab an object.
He/she can hold his/her own bottle and toys
. He/she laughs out loud, babbles, "calls" for help and
screams when annoyed.
Height-26 inches
Weight-16 pounds

At 9 months, he/she is exploring her environment.

He/she can sit unassisted, crawl, pull to a stand and
side-step along furniture.
He/she can use his/her fingers to point, poke, and grasp
small objects.
He/she feeds herself finger foods
He/she knows her name and responds to simple commands
He/she uses "jargon"-babbling a pattern as if she were
speaking a foreign language.
Height-27.5 inches
Weight-19 pounds

At 1 year, he/she is striving for independence.

He/she stands and may walk by him/herself.
He/she climbs up and down stairs and out of the crib or
play-pen.
He/she prefers using one hand over the other and can
drop and throw toys.
He/she fears strange people and places.
He/she remembers events, expresses affection, shows
emotions, uses trial and error to solve a problem.
Height-29.5 inches
Weight-22 pounds

Beside the weight and height, they were coming along great. Caden was now eight pounds,nineteen inches, and Cole was eight and a half pounds, twenty inches. Caleb was five pounds, thirteen inches. Smiling as she heard his tiny cry from across the room, Gabriella walked up to Caleb's crib and took his tiny hand in her own. He looked up and gurgled, and Gabriella could have sworn he was smiling.

Six days later, there was no news on a heart for Caleb. He was now taking many medications, and hooked up to several machines to support his breathing and monitor his failing heart. Gabriella was in the NICU with Caden and Troy. Kessie, Diego and Cole had gone to their grandma's for the day. The only reason Gabriella had brought Caden with her is because he had a small fever and she was worried. She looked down as he coughed. The nurses in the NICU had said that it was just a small cold, nothing to be worried about. Gabriella was pulled from her thoughts by a loud, steady beeping. Quickly looking to Caleb's machine, she realized it was not his. He was still alive, if just barely. Looking across the room, she saw the mom of the little girl, Paige, frantic. It was her baby girl dying.

Soon, the doctors stopped, pulling off their gloves and turning off the machine that gave Paige life. She was gone. Gabriella's heart went out to the mother. Paige's twin sister had already died, and she had just lost her only other child. The doctor took the lady aside and began talking to her. Gabriella heard a little of what they were saying.

"I am sorry ma'am, and I would normally give you a lot more time, but there is a young baby with the same blood type in bad need of a heart transplant. I don't think he will live another day. If you are willing..." There was a pause, and soon the young mother nodded.

"If it will keep another couple of parents from going what I am going through, I guess so. But is there anything you can do for Paige?" The doctor shook his head. Paige's mother continued crying, dropping into a chair beside her baby bed.

"What is the baby's name?" Gabriella was shocked by what came next.

"Caleb Bolton."

Dun, dun dun! Well, what do you think? Hmmm? Well, I hope you like. The next chapter will start where I left off now, and the second part will be one year in the future.

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