Post by Sophie on Nov 26, 2007 18:58:42 GMT
It's only short, and I'm not sure which board it belongs in, but here it is.
Sammie Keane leant over the tiny form in front of her and breathed a sigh of relief. Just a day ago, she had been uncertain whether her new-born daughter would even be alive. Little Madeleine Georgia, or Maddy, as Sammie and her husband Tony had decided to call their first child, was 4 weeks premature and had nearly died during the caesarean. There had been fears Maddy would be deformed, but all the tests had so far shown no sign of any disability, physically or mentally. Sammie loved her daughter. After all she and Tony had been through trying to conceive her, the little miracle in front of them was finally alive. Just when Sammie was on the brink of giving up, and considering adoption instead, she had fallen pregnant. But even then there were uncertainties, as her 3 miscarriages had proven. Somehow, she had managed to keep this baby, right up until near the end. Her labour began when Sammie was on the bus back from the town centre, and an off-duty paramedic had to help her onto the street and into a taxi. He paid the fare as well. George, his name was; which was how little Maddy’s middle name was decided.
“Sam?” Tony put his left arm around his wife. A cup of coffee from the machine along the corridor was in his other hand. “How’s she doing?”
“She’s a little fighter, Tone,” Sammie beamed. “Look at her. Our perfect little fighter.”
Tony sipped from his coffee. “I’m so glad we’ve got her, Sammie.”
She kissed her husband on the cheek. “So am I.”
Sammie Keane leant over the tiny form in front of her and breathed a sigh of relief. Just a day ago, she had been uncertain whether her new-born daughter would even be alive. Little Madeleine Georgia, or Maddy, as Sammie and her husband Tony had decided to call their first child, was 4 weeks premature and had nearly died during the caesarean. There had been fears Maddy would be deformed, but all the tests had so far shown no sign of any disability, physically or mentally. Sammie loved her daughter. After all she and Tony had been through trying to conceive her, the little miracle in front of them was finally alive. Just when Sammie was on the brink of giving up, and considering adoption instead, she had fallen pregnant. But even then there were uncertainties, as her 3 miscarriages had proven. Somehow, she had managed to keep this baby, right up until near the end. Her labour began when Sammie was on the bus back from the town centre, and an off-duty paramedic had to help her onto the street and into a taxi. He paid the fare as well. George, his name was; which was how little Maddy’s middle name was decided.
“Sam?” Tony put his left arm around his wife. A cup of coffee from the machine along the corridor was in his other hand. “How’s she doing?”
“She’s a little fighter, Tone,” Sammie beamed. “Look at her. Our perfect little fighter.”
Tony sipped from his coffee. “I’m so glad we’ve got her, Sammie.”
She kissed her husband on the cheek. “So am I.”