(aka Bike) Part 594 by Angharad |
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“What about baby Desi? Don’t you love her too?” asked Dr Rose.
Trish blushed, a real fire engine red. “Oops, I forgot her, didn’t I?”
“Well she is a bit new on the scene,” I offered in mitigation.
“I love her too, she’s one of our family, even if she is a very little one.” Trish added, still blushing, but it had subsided to basic pillar box red.
“Talking of whom, I suppose we’d better get over and see her, and then pop and see Auntie Stella.” I gave Trish her coat to put on.
As she was doing so, Sam Rose leant across and whispered, “Is taking Trish into see Stella, really a good idea?”
“She’ll cope, it’ll also help her to understand if I end up taking in another waif and stray.”
“A new baby? That’s a hell of a lot of extra work. Think carefully before you commit to anything.”
“Thanks for caring, Sam, but if it needs to be done, it will be. Don’t worry, I’ll get some help in, the family can afford it.”
“Make sure they do. I don’t want to see you compromise the two you’ve already got as a consequence.”
“Do I take that as a verbal or written warning?”
“It’s concern from one who knows, and who is a great admirer of yours.”
Now it was my turn to blush. “Admirer in the sense of what you’ve done with these two children, and carrying the rest of the family. Don’t overdo it.”
“Yes, doc,” I teased.
“It’s what the doctor ordered.”
“Okay, I heard it loud and clear.” We shook hands and he left to do his next clinic. Trish and I went up to the prem baby unit.
“Hello, Cathy, come to blue light the baby?”
“I’m hoping to come to feed her, is that possible?”
“Can I help, Mummy,” Trish asked, jumping up and down.
The nurse winked and said, “I think she’s already been fed, had a bacon sandwich half an hour ago.”
“Oh well,” I sighed and shrugged.
Trish however, looked puzzled. “She had a bacon sandwich? I thought babies had bottles, my dollies do.”
“How big are your dollies?” asked the nurse.
“This big,” said Trish indicating the size between her hands.
“That explains it, if you gave ‘em bacon sarnies, they be this big,” the nurse held her hands quite a distance apart.
Trish now looked really perplexed, one could almost hear the wheels whirring inside her little head. I was desperately trying not to laugh. “You are telling lies, my dollies don’t have any teeth.”
“Oh dear,” said the nurse, “well babies can be born with teeth.”
This was obviously beyond Trish’s ability and knowledge base. She cuddled into me and asked, “Do babies have teeth?”
“Sometimes, but I think the nurse is pulling your leg.”
“Are you pulling my leg?” she asked the nurse.
“Yes, and yes you can feed the baby.”
Trish’s expression went from floundering to joy and she danced around me. “Come on, calm down, there are some very sick babies in here, so don’t bounce about the place and keep your voice down.”
“Yes, Mummy,” she replied very dejectedly. I don’t like telling her off but she needs to learn to stay calm.
A bleep went on another incubator, and the nurse called to a colleague, “Warm a bottle for Baby Cameron, and give it to her auntie, I’ll see to Baby White.”
Trish and I went up to see Desi, who was starting to grumble a little. I put my hands through the glove things and stroked her cheek, she seemed to calm immediately and reached for my finger, which I gave her.
“Yep, she’s plugged in,” said Trish.
“What?” I asked.
“The blue stuff is showing.”
“Shush, or they’ll make us leave,” I cautioned.
“Oh it’s you again, where did you go last night?” said the nurse as she placed the bottle in the incubator, where I could pick it up.
“Sorry?”
“You were here last night.”
“You must be mistaken, I wasn’t here; I was home looking after this one and her sister.”
“You’re takin’ the pi..mickey, in ya?”
“No, I am not. I wasn’t here yesterday.”
“Well you got a dead ringer, didn’t hear her come nor go. She just disappeared. Poof, just like that.”
“Sorry, I can’t do that, I have to use conventional doors.”
“Well she looked juss like ya, only she ’ad a sweat shirt thingy on. A red one, wiv a bike on the front of it.”
“You have one like that, Mummy, you wore it last night when you read us our story.”
One of these days, Trish is not going to drop me in it with her honesty and unnecessary comments. “I wasn’t here.”
“I thought I saw some funny blue light while you was ‘ere, too.”
“It wasn’t me.”
“Mummy does this thing with blue light, she’s doing it now.”
Talk about wanting to disappear, if I could do it last night, why not now. I couldn’t see this stupid light, so how come everyone else can?
“See?” said Trish pointing into the incubator.
“Dunno, maybe I can, maybe I can’t,” said the nurse.
I shut my eyes to try and hide and became aware that I could see it with my eyes shut. Okay, I wasn’t seeing it with my eyes but sort of with my mind’s eye. Now is that purely a subjective response, or simply imagination–wishful thinking variety?
“Charging her up, Cathy?” said the other nurse on her way back.
“Can you see this blue light thing?” asked the younger nurse.
“Sort of, sometimes, but you just look at that baby, she is lapping it up.” Puddin’ was gurgling and waving her arms and legs about. “That baby is happy and active, and it always happens when her auntie comes to see her.”
“Yeah, she was like that last night. You sure it weren’t you?”
“Absolutely positive.”
“Were you thinking about her?”
“Off and on, I suppose.”
“There you go then, one of them spectral people things,” said the senior nurse, “you projected yourself to be with her.”
“Look, I’m a biologist and I don’t believe in any of this stuff.”
I held the bottle with one hand while Trish steered it into Puddin’s mouth. She fed a bit more actively today.
“Does that matter?” asked the older nurse, “if it makes her better?”
“I suppose not. I won’t be running a controlled experiment, that’s for sure.”
“She’s still surrounded by a blue light, Mummy.” One of these days, I shall… No I won’t, she just has to learn when to keep her mouth shut, I still haven’t and I’m twenty four.
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Twenty-four?
Geez, Cathy is barely out of diapers, herself! She'll grow up someday.
They know they can survive
Out Of The Mouth's Of Babes
Trish has the uncanny ability to say exactly what's on her mind. The blue light phenomenon has happened so many times, that it is time that Cathy starts rethinking some of the things she has always believed. The proof is undeniable about Puddin's progress. I think Cathy needs to take another out of body journey and have her mother explain a few things. She could use this to help Stella if she would just trust in herself and the ability.
Cathy;
If it is not to much to ask, Stella needs some blue light, too.
It’s not given to anyone to have no regrets; only to decide, through the choices we make, which regrets we’ll have,
David Weber – In Fury Born
Holly
It's nice to be important, but it's more important to be nice.
Holly
Something Tells Me That Cathy
Will find her faith in Science sorely tested very soon.
May Your Light Forever Shine
May Your Light Forever Shine
Light Source ?
I wonder if Cathy will find out she is a channeler of that light or is she the source ? It would make a huge difference.
It would be interesting to see what kind of connection Cathy and Puddin will have as time goes on.
Kim
still waiting
For the reverse blue light ot start Cathy lactating.
But this was a very touching episode.
Dear Cathy,
Once upon a time, someone had the audacity to suggest that the continents move around. How preposterous! Such nonsense! How can large masses of land move around?
Many commonly known phenomena start that way. Then, someone will say, "I'm a scientist. I don't believe in such nonsense! What do you mean that matter can be turned into energy? We scientists know that that defies the law of the conservation of matter, and the law of the conservation of energy."
But, we all have heard of plate tectonics, and Einstein's e = mc2
It's all too common to be blinded by what we 'know,' but some scientists are good at looking past their prejudices and examining the data with an open mind.
Thus sayeth the old fart from across the pond. (But not as old as gramps.)
Ray Drouillard
I have been a good boy ...
I have resisted for weeks but the urge is too much.
"Attention K-Mart shoppers, we have a blue light special in ..."
Sorry.
Sweet chapter, Trish will be good mother someday once she has her *bits* sorted or will contact with Cathy and the blue light take care of that? Still wonder about psycho shrink and why she broke into the other doctor's records. Just a bitch or tipped off byt the troublemakers at Social Services?
And will we ever get an explanation of why Caty has this ablity? Something the women in her family have but mom never told her as she was then a boy? Blue crystals from Metabilese III -- Hey I've seen a lot of Doctor Who.
John in newly snowy Wauwatosa The spring flowers are NOT happy.
John in Wauwatosa
Mechanisms
Tom needs to explain to Cathy that something with an unknowm mechanism, like her blue glow, is a cause for research, not denial.
"Science is the art of finding physical explanations for physical phenomena."
A phenomenon which has been repeatedly observed by neutral observers is a cause for research. More so 'cause it shows up on camera. . .
Denial
It goes back to Cathy not wanting to accept anything good about herself. Now if she was seeing it happen to someone else she would be setting up the grants, but as it is. At least she is willing to use it, even if she doesn't believe it.
Maybe Outer Limits,rather then Twilight Zone ?
Cathy is giving that baby something better than milk ! And now the Charge Nurse sees it too.
Cefin
Maybe Outer Limits,rather then Twilight Zone ?
Cathy is giving that baby something better than milk ! And now the Charge Nurse sees it too.
Cefin