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EM #43 - Birth
May. 22nd, 2007 12:56 pmThere was blood.
I was doing my best not to get it everywhere, but something was wrong, and I really don't recall much. Screaming, I think, at Doc Cottle, who kept saying that it was too soon for her to be born. I did my best, but he said she had to come now.
Hours later, I had a beautiful, perfect daughter that Helo and I both smiled at through the glass.
You see, her lungs weren't fully formed, apparently. Our little miracle, half-human and half-Cylon, and she was struggling to stay alive. Later, though, he told me that she'd died. Her lungs were too small and couldn't keep her with us. The blood that had been there before when I started to go into labor felt like it filled my eyes with rage instead. My daughter was dead, after carrying her and loving her. Her ashes were scattered by Helo and Chief since I was still ill and to top it all off, still in hack.
Toasters don't get to see their children go to their last resting place.
Hera was the birth of the future of human and Cylon relations, everyone told me, but to me she was so much more. She was my daughter. I would go through the labor pains ten times over to make sure that she would be safe. I didn't have to, thank God, and with all of the troubles we've had keeping her healthy lately? With the strange dreams of people trying to take her away from me? I sincerely doubt I'll have another child.
But Hera, I knew from the moment I saw her, was the birth of something different in me, as well. Not only did I become a mother, but I became more human, as well. I'm not certain if that's part of God's plan or not, but it's part of mine, at least.
Muse : Sharon "Athena" Agathon
Fandom : "Battlestar Galactica"
Word Count : 315
I was doing my best not to get it everywhere, but something was wrong, and I really don't recall much. Screaming, I think, at Doc Cottle, who kept saying that it was too soon for her to be born. I did my best, but he said she had to come now.
Hours later, I had a beautiful, perfect daughter that Helo and I both smiled at through the glass.
You see, her lungs weren't fully formed, apparently. Our little miracle, half-human and half-Cylon, and she was struggling to stay alive. Later, though, he told me that she'd died. Her lungs were too small and couldn't keep her with us. The blood that had been there before when I started to go into labor felt like it filled my eyes with rage instead. My daughter was dead, after carrying her and loving her. Her ashes were scattered by Helo and Chief since I was still ill and to top it all off, still in hack.
Toasters don't get to see their children go to their last resting place.
Hera was the birth of the future of human and Cylon relations, everyone told me, but to me she was so much more. She was my daughter. I would go through the labor pains ten times over to make sure that she would be safe. I didn't have to, thank God, and with all of the troubles we've had keeping her healthy lately? With the strange dreams of people trying to take her away from me? I sincerely doubt I'll have another child.
But Hera, I knew from the moment I saw her, was the birth of something different in me, as well. Not only did I become a mother, but I became more human, as well. I'm not certain if that's part of God's plan or not, but it's part of mine, at least.
Muse : Sharon "Athena" Agathon
Fandom : "Battlestar Galactica"
Word Count : 315
