Notes: Sad chapter.
Late November 1814
After Elizabeth's wedding, Jane never left her bedchamber again. Her legs and feet were swollen, she had a hard time standing up, and her back also hurt. Frederick was very concerned about Jane's health, but he tried to hide as much as possible when he was with her.
Lizzy spent the afternoons telling Jane amusing stories about her wedding trip, describing the sights of Dover, and talking about Jane's unborn child…
"…yesterday I dreamed again about my daughter, Lizzy."
"I see you are convinced it is going to be a girl."
Jane nodded, "Yes, it is the third time this week I have been dreaming about her." She smiled, "The dream is so real!"
"Would you be disappointed if it is a boy?"
Jane shook her head, "No, as a matter of fact, Frederick wants to have a son to inherit Redstone…although I prefer to have a daughter."
"I would also like a girl similar to you."
"I would like her to look like you, Lizzy. I can't wait to hold her in my arms "
Lizzy smiled, "Me too, Jane…"
A few days later, Frederick was startled awake by Jane's scream.
"Frederick please, call the midwife and the doctor. I think our child will be born today…"
Frederick jumped out of bed and sent for the midwife and doctor. Unfortunately, the doctor that day was treating another rich landowner who lived about 10 miles away and did not discover until the next day that Mr. Harrington had come looking for him.
The midwife immediately realized that the child was badly situated for birth, and she tried, by all means, to turn it over.
"Mrs. Harrington the baby is in a bad position. I need you to get up and walk around the room with me…"
"I can't…"
Please, Jane. You can do it. Lean on me" Elizabeth begged her.
With a lot of effort and Lizzy's help, Jane got up and they walked for several minutes until the pain was too intense and she had to lie down again. Jane was gasping for breath and had a hard time exerting herself, even passing out on two occasions. Elizabeth, who was by her side all the time, followed the midwife's instructions and tried, by all means, to encourage her so that she would not give up and force herself.
The childbirth lasted many hours and Jane lost a lot of blood; around six in the morning the child – a beautiful girl – was finally born. A few minutes later, Jane, after seeing that her daughter had been born healthy, fainted with a smile on her face.
The midwife immediately called Mr. Harrington to meet his daughter, and the child was subsequently given to the wet nurse. Two hours later Jane awoke, and Elizabeth sighed with relief. Frederick brought the girl whom they named Elizabeth Rose after her godmother and paternal grandmother...
The joy at the birth of little Rose was short-lived as that night, Jane became feverish and delirious. As she had done years ago, Lizzy applied cold clothes to Jane's body, but her efforts were in vain.
The next morning, Jane woke up for a few minutes to see that her sister was crying with her head resting on the bed, one of her hands clasped with hers. With great difficulty, Jane caressed Lizzy's hair. Lizzy looked up, smiled through her tears, and hugged her very carefully, "Jane, you finally woke up!"
Jane started to cough, and with a lot of effort, she managed to speak, "Don't cry, Lizzy…I love you…promise me you…will take care of Lizzy-Rose…"
"Jane, please don't exert yourself. You need to rest so you can recover soon. Do you want to drink water?"
Jane shook her head.
"Do you want to see Lizzy-Rose?"
"Yes..., I want... to see her. I want… to see… Frederick..."
Elizabeth immediately went to her goddaughter's room and told Frederick that Jane had woken up. In a few minutes, Lizzy was back in Jane's bedroom with little Rose in her arms and Frederick. Jane looked at her daughter and husband, and with effort, she smiled and said, "She is the most beautiful girl… I have ever seen… I never dreamed that I could be so happy…"
Frederick took both her hands and kissed them tenderly. "I love you so much, Jane."
"Me too..." Jane smiled, caressed his cheek with difficulty, and fainted again.
Unfortunately, the next day she passed away.
