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Post by Maryna on Aug 20, 2006 7:11:07 GMT 10
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Post by J£nan!s on Aug 21, 2006 2:21:41 GMT 10
OMG, you are a such great writer ! Your story is awesome ! Please update soon, thank you so much !
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Post by larue on Aug 21, 2006 6:11:12 GMT 10
The elevator was empty when we stepped on. I pushed the buttons for the NICU floor and leaned back against the shining cool wall to wait as the elevator rose. I glanced down at Abby. She was frowning slightly and carefully squeezing the small bag of ice in her hand. Inside was an even smaller bag with the breast milk she had expressed before we left the apartment. She sighed heavily and looked up at me.
“It’s not enough, Luka,” she said softly. I picked up her hand, raised it to my lips and kissed her fingers. “It will be,” I reassured her. “It will be when he is ready to begin feedings. I promise.” She nodded her dark head and her hand gripped mine a little tighter. The elevator stopped and the doors opened. We got out and instinctively turned in the direction of ‘the box’. I held the glass door open and waited for her to enter. There was a circle of people around the warming table in Joe’s station and we looked at one another fearfully. We scrubbed our hands hurriedly and jerked the gowns over our street clothes. Maggie saw us and moved toward us. She was smiling....but her eyes were worried.
“They’re taking him off the vent,” she said. “They’re.....extubating... him?”
“Why didn’t someone page us?” Abby said brusquely as she moved past her mother.
“I tried, Abby,” she said. “Then I thought that you were going to be here soon anyway so I just decided to stay with him myself.” Abby eased her way to the table to see what was happening. Maggie grabbed my hand and held it tightly. I moved to stand behind Abby and put my hand on her shoulder. She was shaking and reached up to clasp my fingers in her’s. Joe’s tiny arms jerked a bit as the tube was pulled as gently as possible from his throat. A nurse stood ready to bag him if he failed to breathe on his own. Someone pressed the diaphram of a stethescope to his chest. Someone else switched off the ventilator. Everyone was quiet for a long moment and then Matt Gillespie smiled. He looked up at Abby.
“So what do you think, Mom?” the pediatric resident said. “Wanna hold your baby?”
Maggie’s hand tightened on mine and I could feel a collective sigh of relief from the entire group surrounding my son. I tugged on Abby’s shoulder and guided her gently to the nearby rocking chair. She sat down carefully and blinked back some tears as she waited for his nurse to wrap Joe in his blanket. Maggie took the small bag of breast milk and ice from her hands and stood back as the baby was placed in Abby’s arms. My heart was pounding in my chest as I watched the two of them together.
Abby’s face. That look on Abby’s face.
It could never be captured in a photograph but it was something I would carry with me in my mind....and my heart....forever. I would never forget it. No matter what happened. Suddenly our son wasn’t just a patient on a warming table in NICU. He was finally just that....our son. She pressed a gentle kiss to his head and touched a finger to his cheek. Abby looked up at me and let out a deep breath.
“Oh my god, Luka....” she said softly. “Look at what we did.” I grinned and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. I knelt in front of her and studied the baby in her arms. His eyes were open and he was looking up at her. His brows and lashes were dark. The hair that covered his head carried a hint of darkness as well. The Croatian side of him. My side. I tipped my head and studied the snub little nose and grinned as he worked his mouth a bit and a dimple flashed in his cheek. It was just a flash. Abby nestled him closer against her and then looked at me. “Want a turn?” she asked. I glanced around and saw that everyone had moved away, leaving us alone with him. Except for Maggie. She was stationed near the warming table with a camera in her hands and a satisfied smile on her face.
“Yeah......” I said. “But only when you’re ready to give him up.” Abby laughed and her brown eyes narrowed. She cocked her head to one side.
“You’ll never get a chance then.” she said. “Better take it now.” I grinned and stood up. I helped her stand and then settled myself in the rocker. She cradled him for a minute longer and then carefully slipped my son into my arms.
Looking at him there, feeling the tiny warm little bundle, I was suddenly overwhelmed with more emotion than I had ever felt holding a child in my life. More than I felt when I’d first held Jasna or Marko in my arms. I had been strutting proud then.....and excited. I felt that now as well but there was something more. I had been younger. Naive. All of my children had been gifts but this one? This one was a miracle.
I took a deep breath and shifted him as I tried to kiss his cheek. I couldn’t. My eyes began to fill and my shoulders to shake. I couldn’t restrain the sobs any longer. For the second time in a week I cried tears that I had held inside far too long. I raised a hand to my forehead and tried to stop. I felt Abby’s hands on either side of my face and she lifted my eyes to her’s.
“I know, Luka,” she said quietly. “I know.” She leaned in to kiss away the tears that flowed down my cheeks and I dragged my arm around her shoulders and held her close. I buried my face in the crook of her neck and we stayed there. The three of us. Together.
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Post by zelda on Aug 21, 2006 7:16:25 GMT 10
OMG, Larue, I think I'm the first one to post. The words are all blurred, as I have tears rolling on my cheeks. Can't say anything else.
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Post by <3 LubyII <3 on Aug 21, 2006 7:33:23 GMT 10
Awesome update!!! I always love you're updates, they are so good!
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Post by XxXnicoleXxX on Aug 21, 2006 7:33:57 GMT 10
OMG that was sooo good im soo glad they're together finally nix
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Post by Caffy on Aug 21, 2006 7:34:14 GMT 10
[glow=purple,1,300]Like I said to rnintraining513 you too are scarily good at writing
I mean seriously, how do you get the emotions that you think about in your head and actually write them down, thats my main problem, I know what I mean inside my head but when it comes to actually writing it down and re-reading it, it sounds.. Well. Crap. I've never been great at doing that, I know what I want to say in my head but can't quite express it properally. And you do and it's like. HOW IN THE WORLD DO YOU DO IT?! Yeah. Sorry I gabble to much.
You also actually keep your characters in erm. Character. I make sense really, oh and your fic 'Heartache' was it? That's possibly my fave fic on here. I always jump back to re-read parts of it *chuckles* Oh dear... *shakes head*[/glow]
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Post by Caffy on Aug 21, 2006 7:36:36 GMT 10
[glow=purple,1,300]Awesome. We have the same number of replies on our fics *chuckle* Well. Not any more. Ohwell. I really should think of something better to say...[/glow]
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Post by *Natalie* on Aug 21, 2006 7:37:19 GMT 10
Amazing update!
natalie x
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Post by mrseyre on Aug 21, 2006 7:48:04 GMT 10
You know I'd like this if for no other reason than that it gives equal status to Luka's feelings; so many pieces are fixated on Abby and her needs and Luka, for whom, having already lost two children, this must be an absolutely devastating experience, is relegated to a supporting role.
Thankfully it's also skilfully written and completely in character - also a rarity. These are grown ups with chequered pasts, not kids.
To whomever it was who asked about getting emotions from the head onto the page - the show and some very good actors have done a lot of the work for you. You've seen how they react when sad, angry, awkward, amused, afraid, in love. If you replay those scenes in your head you'll be some way to capturing how any one character should be written. That's also the greatest challenge of fanfiction - manipulating established characters to do what they perhaps haven't done on the show but remaining true to them. Every bit of dialogue I've ever written I've read in my heada thousand times in the characters' voices to see if it rings true; if it doesn't out it goes.
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Post by strizzy on Aug 21, 2006 7:52:07 GMT 10
Lovely update, really nice, emotions are put across so well that the reader feels them too
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Post by Caffy on Aug 21, 2006 7:52:50 GMT 10
[glow=purple,1,300]Yeah, thats the problem. I can never get out the right words like, ever... Would being dyslexic have anything to do with that, when I was younger it was much worse and I knew what I wanted to say to people in my head but the words would all get muddled... Perhaps I'm just a spesh [/glow]
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Post by larue on Aug 21, 2006 8:31:36 GMT 10
Hmmm...I wonder if it might be beneficial to start a new thread- or group - here that would allow us to help each other out as writers?? A place where we can ask for/offer advice, help, criticisms...whatever? Anyone interested enough to contact Wendy?
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Post by Lubyfanatic316 on Aug 21, 2006 9:03:08 GMT 10
Great Update!
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Post by Tannii on Aug 21, 2006 12:00:20 GMT 10
Wow, I loved it... as usual. Update soon!
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