Iris’ eyes dilated with terror as she held her newborn. “My baby!” Iris wept. “What’s wrong with my baby?!”
Shriveled skin and huge oozing blisters plagued the baby 's entire body as it shrieked almost as loud as Iris ' wailing.
"I 'm sorry, Ms. Macadamia, but your child has developed a rare genetic disorder,"
"--But it will go away...won 't it?! My baby won 't be a monster forever?"
"Ma 'am your child has butterfly syndrome. I 'm sorry."
"No! My precious baby! Can 't you fix it?! I 'd do anything!"
The doctors exchanged anxious glances.
"We could cocoon your baby...but not many babies have been cocooned yet--"
"Please! Please, anything!"
"Ms. Macadamia, this process is not entirely safe and we are unsure of
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She knew this was what was right. This is what her husband would want her to do.
"Okay Ms. Macadamia. As long as your son is in his cocoon, you may visit him, but he will not be conscious."
"Thank you. God bless you, Dr. Fern."
One week zipped by before Iris left the hospital, dewy-eyed. The next time she 'd be with her boy he would be taller and heavier. He 'd have actual hair and longer fingers and bigger feet. But he would be cured.
On her first visit a couple weeks later, she examined her child. His wounds from birth had deceptively shrank, he had been released from his protective shelter, he would have many more outbreaks. His genetic disorder would have to be completely out of his system in order to save him from an abnormal life.
"Good morning, Ms. Macadamia," said a doctor with porcelain skin and diamond eyes. "Today I have been assigned to show you how our cocoon works. It is required that anyone participating in an experiment must understand exactly what they are doing."
Iris nodded, watching her baby, comatose in his safe-haven.
"In this machine, his DNA will be meticulously altered so that he no longer possesses the symptoms of Epidermolysis Bullosa." Iris smiled. "But you do understand, he will be five years old by the time the cocooning process is over."
"Yes, I would rather give him the life he deserves no matter the time it takes. '
"Okay, Ms. Macadamia. Today is the last day that you may have any
Tom and Louise went through a long struggle to find out what was wrong with her daughter after she was born. Before she was born, Louise acquired a rubella rash. She went to her doctor and got a vaccination, but the doctor informed her that Lynn would be 25% susceptible to defects since her mom had rubella. When Lynn was born, she seemed completely normal and healthy, but the risk of congenital defects still loomed in Tom and Louis’ minds. Three months after Lynn was born, the family took Lynn to a fourth of July parade, and they noticed that Lynn didn’t seem flustered when the loud sirens passed by. Incredibly alarmed by this, Louise and Tom made sure to pay greater attention to see if something could be very wrong. After encountering plenty of hints to see that something was wrong, Louis brought Lynn to her doctor, Dr. Bales, and he explained to her that it would be difficult to see if she was deaf being
This would plunge her into a life of drug abuse and depression that put her life at risk. Eventually, she stopped trying to hide her illness, and
She then cringed as she conjured up the image of Samuel and the expression on his face when she had told him she was marrying someone else. The hurt in his eyes had burned a hole in her heart that remained to this day. She quivered all over, not from the nasty cold, but as a reaction to her thoughts as they drifted back to that ghastly day and to the moment she realized she was pregnant with Owen’s baby: the day her life ceased to exist as she had known it.
“That would be a poor decision. There are far too many dangers out there, and your broot is nearly dead.”
Gwaine blocked his bedchamber exit. "Oh, no you don't. Let the midwife do her work. You cannot walk in on your wife's delivery and distract her. Absolutely not. Stay out of it."
new baby sister crying. When Hannalee saw her mom, she gave her the seed back.
“They’ll both die if we don’t do the surgery.” Lexie countered. “She’ll go into a coma and we probably won’t be able to wake her up.”
The child’s life being in danger is never formally stated, but the need to keep the mother away from the child is obvious when the mother herself states so herself, also from the absence of the child. The mother was not contagious, and this is proved by her interaction with her husband and other relatives throughout the story. The mother also shows signs of fatigue, loss of appetite, and anxiety in the beginning of the story. She openly admits that she is not eating during the day and lying to her husband to lead him to believe that she is improving. Her symptoms continue, and evolve into insomnia, paranoia, and ultimately hallucinations.
I could then see how quickly an apparently harmless situation could become a tragic accident, and it was frightening. While it was serious in this stage, the next morning left me feeling hopeful about Sally’s condition. My joy rose following my parents’ visit to the vet, after which they reported Sally seeming healthier. My sorrow had evaporated, especially the next week. Monday, four days after she was rushed to the vet, Sally was permitted to return home. She had stitches, which concerned me, and her head was shaved, but she otherwise looked fine. While Sally would remain mostly unchanged by this event, this miracle was life-changing for
After four years of raising the adopted child, Lucy, he decides that the child’s mother deserves not to suffer with depression while her child is still alive. “I had to do something, Izzy. God knows I've tried to explain. I just wanted her to know her child was safe.” (Stedman 211)
Delomy put down the pencil on her desk and looked at the half-completed sketch of a raven. Delomy rested her chin on her knee as she remembered why she had stopped. It all came back to her in a flood of memories and colors: the warmth in her father’s dark brown eyes, his firm grip, and his death. Delomy tried to turn the thoughts aside, but they just came back, more vividly than before. She remembered the day clearly. Her father’s headaches had been agitating him more than usual, and when he woke up in the middle of the night with a 106o fever Delomy’s mom had taken him to the hospital. In the morning, they had gotten a call from the hospital. Soon, Delomy’s mother hung up, her lips pressed together tightly. ‘Get in the car. Now,’ she had said.
("Child wake up! Don't tell me you're resting here. This is not the time to be taking a break. *Tsk* he's losing coinciousness. This may be the end for him.")
all the commotion was about, she was amazed at the sight of her infant son
A supporting clause for the woman being ever more resentful of the child is the description given when during the course of play, the woman is scratched enough to draw a small bead or two of blood, “One of his sharp little claws ripped her flesh, just above the wrist… a thin red line materialized on the inside of her pale arm and spill over with tiny beads”(6). The reaction to this was not to grimace and clean her arm or to take time to trim the child’s finger nails to prevent such from happening again. Instead the woman says clearly “Go away” (6). Then lock herself away from the child. No explanation or reason given to the child but to ignore and satisfy vengeance towards what the woman views as something that
Shock and dismay, the families were in disbelief of what happened. My parents, oh the sorrow I felt for them, their first child just given birth to their first grandchild, the look of