Gotta admit, it was hard, it was really really hard. Having lots and lots of questions in my seventeen year old mind and not having the power to get the answers since I was in the body of a baby. It tested my patience, something i was never really good at before, and due to that, the nuns at that place learned to hate me.

Partially because, I was distressed at strings of questions and the lack of answers and the inability of getting said answers, and distressed babies tended to cry.

A lot.

And Partially because I had to be fed...a lot. Well, me and my brilliant mind came up with the plan that if I was going to get out of here soon ( because I seriously did not want to stay within the same vicinity as Father Valper) I needed to grow up...like fast. And in order to grow, I needed to eat...like a lot.

And I did just that. I was getting fed thrice the amount any baby was fed. When one bottle was done, I cried like a madman for another, and another and another till I passed out. This caused the nurses to have to rearrange the feeding order since I constantly threw them out of loop. Which caused them to hate me, since with a three times the full Belly came twice the weight in a diaper.

Thank the gods for Sister Pricilla's abundant tolerance. She was able to keep up with me even though I could tell I really pushed her non-existent sisterly buttons. But hey, I had goals to achieve and I simply couldn't accomplish them by myself...at least not yet. For the time being, they had to be my primary source of aid which I was going to use to the fullest.

Like right now. I'm crying again, because I'm hungry. Sorry, but can't help it. It started as a means to a greater end, now It's a habit I just can't seem to stop. Which is why I'm lying down when all the other babies are sitting up.

It's been five months since the meeting with Father Valper. I'd like to say that I was lucky enough not to have met him since then, sadly the opposite happened. Ever since we met, he took it as a personal quest to check on every baby every morning and every night. It was obvious he wanted to keep a close eye on me. I thought my sleeping habits would spare me from the horror of having to see him, but the dude would stay up all night, just standing there to observe me when I woke up. The first time I opened my eyes after a long period of blissful baby nap and found him staring at me with that sick grin on his face, I screamed so loudly my throat hurt for the rest of the week.

Seriously, how do you do that to a baby?

Anyway, Baby Isaiah was currently making horrible faces at me. He was among the first babies who managed to hold the weights of their own heads and finally sit up without much effort. Right now, he was holding his milk bottle with shaky pudgy baby hands and drinking it at the same time. Of course, a nun was right there next to him, helping him but that didn't stop him from looking at me smugly.

Obviously, to any other person, he would seem like and innocent cute baby just staring at another baby, but since I knew what babies went through and I had been interacting with them since I was born, or is it re-born, even though it was never physical, I felt like we had a connection. Which was why I recognized that sense of accomplishment in his eyes as he looked at me.

It's annoying because, as I said earlier, I'm the only one who is lying down while the rest of the babies are seated. Why? Because it is exhausting just sitting up. I'm guessing normal babies shouldn't have this problem ,but I'm think I'm a bit of a special case. Milk is rich in calcium, which is good for strong bones, which I would need if I needed to get out of here. Turns out, milk is also rich in fats.

Yep, you guessed it right, I'm baby Santa. One ,red faced , really fat baby Percy Jackson looking up displeased at the blonde haired Isaiah.

It's funny how my really brilliant plan came to bite me in the ass. Sure, my bones are growing strong with every passing day but at the same time, I'm getting heavier and heavier, so much so that I can't support my own weight form more than a few minutes.

Good news is, my teeth are starting to prop up. I could feel a really tiny incisor propping up from my lower jaw. I also heard Sister Pricilla talking about bringing me food, actual swallowable food.

Which is a big relief since it was getting maddening just drinking milk day in day out. No doubt Father Valper would be ecstatic when he heard that.

Questions continued running through my mind. Where am I, how did I end up here? What is this place, and what is this program that rescued uthe other babies and I? And, if I was really reborn, then who were my parents? And what about all the others, my friends back at Camp Halfblood and Camp Jupiter...what about Annabeth? How were they doing?

What about...what about my mom? And Paul? Were they Okay?

And the most nagging of all...

Just how long did it take babies to start walking?