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Date Posted: 06:16:06 04/06/01 Fri
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Kate
's message, "Things My Mother Taught Me" on 09:29:32 04/03/01 Tue
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All babies are beautiful.
Fourteen hours later, Michael held his grandson. John Samuel Sanderson.
A grandson. Unbelievable.
So tiny. Dusky. Not as dark as Adam had been as a baby ... though Michael hadn't seen Adam until he was a day or two old. Michael had been on a mission and missed the birth. Until now, he'd never been very sorry about it.
John opened his tiny, tiny mouth and yawned, wrinkling his little nose and squeezing his eyes shut. Then his eyes opened: bright, alert, curious.
Michael glanced up. Sara and Sam were talking quietly. She was still in bed and looked happy, but tired. In the other bed, Nikita was tired, too, but her fatigue was drug induced. She was being sedated for surgery and had insisted on being able to stay with Sara for as long as possible.
Michael quietly moved toward Nikita and bent down, showing her the baby. "Nikita?" he said softly. "Open your eyes if you can."
Nikita's eyes flickered open and focused on the baby. "So little," she breathed, and clumsily moved her hand. Michael took her fingers and put her palm gently on the baby's head. She smiled sleepily and relaxed, and when the nurse came in to take Nikita to surgery, Michael returned the baby to Sam. "I'll be back," he said.
"Of course," Sam agreed, handing the baby to Sara. Tiny hands reached out and Sara smiled.
"He's hungry. Can you --" she started, but Sam pulled the curtain around the bed before she got the rest of her sentence out.
Michael left, remembering how Elena had looked nursing Adam. What would Nikita have ... ?
No. He had more important things to think about now. The transplant should take a few hours. As soon as Sara had delivered, Andy had begun culturing the cells. In just a few hours, he had enough for a transplant. It would take six months for the cells to grow into nerves and a full year for Nikita to be well. But the success rate was high ...
Still worrying about things he couldn't control, Michael went to the waiting room.
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