Chapter 10: Baby Girl
Nessie's POV
Carlisle had advised me to stay still since I had just had a cesarean section but I didn't want to listen. I wanted to see my daughter. My baby girl who I loved and cared for more then anything in this world. I wanted to know that she was going to be okay. If she didn't make it I didn't know what I was going to do with myself.
I closed my eyes and I quickly fell asleep. I woke up a few hours later to a soft crying noise. Somehow I just knew that it was my baby girl. So without even thinking about it I got up slowly and carefully and made my way over to her room.
As soon as I saw her I started crying. She looked so small and fragile as if any little thing could break her. Her fragile nature was amplified by the incubator and the ventilation device that was hooked up to her. In my life I had never felt so useless before. I wanted to make her suffering go away. I wanted to make sure that she lived. That she would be okay. I didn't care about myself anymore. All I cared about was protecting the fragile life that I had created. There was a tube coming out of her mouth. I assumed that was giving her all the nutrients that she needed.
I just sat there and watched as she continued to cry. During that time I also noticed that the Cullens were nowhere to be found. I wondered what on Earth it was that they could be doing at this time. When I looked at the clock I saw that it was only two in the morning. Don't these people ever sleep? Oh well. The only good thing is that Carlisle wasn't here to tell me to go rest. I was perfectly happy just being around my baby girl.
Without thinking I gently reached in and touched my baby girl. Touching her only made her even more real to me.
I cried as I stroke my little girl's skin softly. It pained me to have to listen to her cry and not be able to do anything about it. I had hoped that stroking her softly would soothe her but it didn't.
As more time passed her crying only increased in intensity. I couldn't figure out why and that frustrated me. She had what looked like a feeding tube connected to her so I was sure that it wasn't hunger.
Then I noticed something odd. She was scratching her throat. No baby ever did that. I thought about it long and hard as I tried to figure out why she was doing that.
Then it hit me like a ton of bricks. She was like me. She inherited whatever condition I had that required me to drink blood. Her throat must feel like it's on fire right now. I knew that feeling all too well.
I didn't hesitate to do something about it. I quickly went through the gifts that I was supposes to get at my surprise baby shower. I hoped that one of my gifts was bottles. I was in luck. I tore open the pack of bottles that was in one of my gifts and then I went to sterilize one of them.
I went and got one of the bags of the blood that the Cullens kept in storage for some strange reason. I was already all too familiar with where they were stored. Luckily they didn't seem to notice that several of their bags of blood had gone missing.
I poured all the blood into the bottle before discarding the bag.
I wasn't sure if this was a bad idea or not but I didn't see any other way to properly feed her what she needed. I carefully and ever so gently picked her up. She was still crying and it broke my heart to hear. I put the bottle close close to her mouth and it didn't take long before she was easily and eagerly drinking from it.
Amber I decided in that moment would be her name. It seemed fitting.
"Nessie what are you doing?!" Carlisle shouted behind me and scared the crap out of me.
I spun around and faced him. His anger was immediately replaced with shock when he saw what I was feeding Amber. It looks like I have a lot of explaining to do.
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