Chapter 2- Have you finally made a way?

April 15th, 1934 Boston

"Oh hello my little baby Rosie." Judy smiled. She was always delighted whenever a nurse brought the baby in to see her.

"Judy." Mrs. Martin frowned at the scene. She hated to do this, it wasn't like she really wanted to get rid her grandchild. And worse, she didn't want her daughter to get too attached to the three-day-old baby and she thought she was. "We have to talk about the baby."

"Not right now Mother." Judy dismissed her. She'd hoped to reopen the discussion of keeping the infant girl. Judy could see such supreme love in the baby's eyes already and didn't want to part from her.

"Alright but you know…sooner or later, right?" She wanted to make sure that Judy was aware of what was going to happen. Judy swallowed nervously when she said this, she knew there would be no more discussion about it.

"I know. Mother can I just…." She asked, just staring down at the baby.

"Yes of course." Mrs. Martin said, deciding to respect her daughter's wishes.

She left the room and Judy relished the space: she'd wanted to be alone with her baby. Judy studied the newborn carefully. She was so happy it had been a girl: a sweet little thing with the blondest hair she'd ever seen.

"You're going to go live with other people my Rose…I'm so sorry." Judy cried. "I don't have a choice…believe me," She paused, wiping away a tear, she'd told herself she wasn't going to cry but she couldn't help it. "If I had a choice I'd keep you forever…but I'm just a child too…they won't let me have a choice.

I'm your Mother… but that doesn't mean I get what I want, that they respect my wishes as your Mother. It doesn't mean I get to have you angel. They won't respect that I know its best for you to be with me. They may be able to take you now, but I promise I'll come find you. I'll make a life and I'll get you. Whatever it takes. I promise. Cause we're met to be together and I know that without a doubt."

Judy lye her forehead against the baby's and sighed, the newborn smiled at the nurturing feel of her mother's forehead pressed against her own. The baby, Rosie, didn't know or understand the concept that her mother was a teenaged girl and she didn't care.

"I love you my child, if there was only a way…please God, make a way for us to be together." Fifteen-year-old Judy wasn't particularly religious, but she thought He might hear and have mercy when everyone else was being so cruel to her about this.

"Judy," one of the nurses stuck her head in the door, interrupting the scene between the young girl and her baby. "The people from the orphanage are here."

"Oh…" Judy paused. "I'm not ready yet I'm sorry." She'd thought they were coming tomorrow.

"I'm sorry Judy, it has to be now." This nurse was only a few years her senior and had been sympathetic to her, some of the others weren't quite as nice.

"Oh, but please, we were just in the middle of…"

"I'm sorry Judy, we need to take her now." Another said.

"No." She replied, holding the baby close.

"Judy its time." The older nurse, Norma, the one who had no tolerance for her and thought of her as a whore, came in the room.

"I said no. I'm not ready, please!" She begged. The baby began to fuss at all the noise in the room. "Sweetheart it's alright." Judy soothed, rocking the fussing baby calmly.

Judy felt outnumbered when more people began to pour into the room, including a woman from the orphanage. Nonetheless she decided she'd stand her ground until the end.

"She's my baby and I'm not ready to give her up." Judy cried even as she felt Norma begin to grasp the baby and successfully pulled her from Judy's grasp just a little bit.

"Judy let go!" Norma commanded.

"Give me back my baby!" Judy lurched forward and maintained her grasp on the sobbing newborn. "You don't have the right to take her!"

Judy wrapped her arms around the baby, almost in a hug. It was then that the other nurses all stepped in and began to grab her arms, attempting to pull her away from her own infant daughter.

"I'm sorry Rosie my love." Judy was sobbing now too. "But I promise I'll see you again, I promise God will make a way for you and I to be together. I love you I'm so, so sorry." She kissed the child's forehead as she sobbed mournfully.

"Well Judy perhaps if you'd had the self restraint to wait until you were old enough to keep your baby..." Norma began.

Judy wanted in the worst way to lunge at Norma and beat her senseless. Instead, she kept her grasp on her little baby as long as she could. The infant screamed as she was slowly and harshly pried out of her mother's arms. Judy knew Rosie was confused, and scared, but that she'd been fine in her arms and that made her feel guiltier.

It took a matter of seconds for Norma to take her child away forever but it was a long, anguishing process. Judy held on as long as she could and one day she'd reflect on the experience as having been similar to giving birth all over again: except this time she wasn't giving her life, she was just being forced to send her off into the hands of fate.

"Rose! Please don't take my baby Rosie! Please!" Jude attempted to stand up in bed and run after Norma as she made her way toward the door with the shrilling infant in her arms, instead she was held back by four nurses, all of whom, were not much older than herself. "Let me go! Let me have my baby!" She screamed.

Judy clutched her fists together, her empty hands and arms felt like the biggest weight in the world to her. Judy slammed down her fist and found that it hit her desk with a loud thud.

Jude looked around, finding that she was once again at Briarcliff. That experience, of having her newborn daughter wrenched from her arms came back to her from time to time as a haunting, and all too real memory. Jude sniffled and dried the tears that had fallen onto her cheeks, realizing that she was crying. Her thoughts turned to the young nun who'd left her office just minutes before. Mary Eunice had the same birthday, was the same age, had that beautiful blonde hair and those great big eyes that had just amazed her way back when…she was adopted, according to her file…it had to be her…

"Oh Father…" Judy began, addressing her God in one of the more personal ways she knew how as she opened her drawer and took out a tiny baby's cap that was worn, not from use, but from years of having been cried on. It had donned Rosie's tiny head in the first days of her life. "Have you finally made a way?"

The next morning, Jude would unseal Mary Eunice's adoption records at the orphanage and find out for sure.