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Entry 13

Now that the nursery is finished, I have found myself spending a lot more time in it. The room is just so relaxing, and having it here seems to ease my worries. It's as if the fact that this place exists makes the idea of having the kids less scary. Or at least that's what it felt like before the doctor's appointment today.

Like what the doctor said, I had been trying to take it easy, but I began to worry that something was wrong when they started having me do different tests. After these tests, they had Prussia and me wait longer for the doctor to come in than usual.

When he did come in, he had a solemn expression. I was worried that his mood was because there was something wrong with the children, so I asked him what was wrong. He told us that me taking it easy had done some good, but that they had some bad news. With a sigh he explained that they had figured out which of them was sick; the boy. He then went on to talk about how they had figured this out by using a chromosome test we took last month. Apparently, when one of the chromosomes was copied for the boy something went wrong and it mutated badly.

When he said the next part, I thought I was going to faint. He said, "If he was a normal child, he would have most likely miscarried in the first few months. There still is a chance that something could go wrong with the child; it could even turn fatal."

I was completely silent; all I could think about was what was going to go wrong. Was he going to be alright? If we try to help him would it hurt the girl? What were we supposed to do now?

At last Prussia asked the doctor if there was anything we could do to help him. The doctor was silent for a while. At last he explained that usually we could prescribe a medication, but because the medication would also go to the girl it could have some bad effects on her. He then said that the best thing we could do for him is to take it easy and try to do things for the best of the child. He then continued by saying that he would look into finding anything that might help.

After our little discussion, I just wanted to go home. So we thanked him and we drove back in silence. I was able to keep the tears bottled up until we got home and I walked into the nursery. Once there I broke down and sobbed. What was I supposed to do; I just heard that one of my children was really sick, and he might not be able to get any help for it. What if it kills him? What if the gene that mutated was from me? That means that it's my fault, right? is this some kind of punishment for not wanting them in the beginning? If that's the case then I'm sorry! Maybe I don't deserve to be their mother.

My knees buckled under and I slowly fell to the ground crying. Prussia then knelt down by me and gave me a hug. The two of us then stayed there for a long time as I cried myself out and Prussia stayed silent. He was so excited about having a son; this has to be killing him inside too. After I had stopped crying, I was really tired, so Prussia picked me up and carried me into our room so that I could rest. When I was comfortable, he got up to leave and told me, "Don't worry Birdie, the kid's my awesome son. Nothing bad can happen to him."

A little after that, Prussia woke me up saying that he ordered some take out and wondered if it want any. I said yes, and joined for dinner. Then for the rest of the evening we stayed close together as he continued to try convincing me that everything would be alright with our awesome family.

With maple syrup,

Matthew (Canada) Canada

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