Connect with us

З життя

She arrived at the hospital alone, with no one by her side during labour: and the moment her baby was born, the doctor took one look at her and noticed something that made him cry.

Published

on

Edith Baker arrived at the maternity unit alone. In the way of dreams, she was not surprised that no one had come with her; her husband had left months earlier, after she told him about the pregnancy. The labour went on for hours, and the lights above the bed hummed like trapped bees. At last the newborn’s first cry rang out, a thin, clear sound that seemed to come from the far end of a tunnel. The baby was perfectly healthy.

The doctor lifted the child carefully in his arms to hand him to Edith, but something went wrong on the way. He stopped. His hands trembled. He looked at the baby’s face, then at Edith’s, and tears rose in his eyes.

“Doctor, is everything all right?” Edith asked.

He nodded, but could not speak for a moment. Then, in a voice that cracked in the middle, he whispered something that left Edith frozen.

The rest of the story is in the first comment below.

The doctor had noticed the birthmark on the baby’s arm: a small, pale strawberry mark. He recognised it at once. It was exactly the same mark that his own son, Edwin, had carried, the son he had not seen or spoken to for years, the son who had vanished from his life. His heart tightened.

Edith followed his gaze and asked, worried, what was happening.

Dr Ashford took a long breath, tears on his face, and explained that the mark was identical to his son’s, and that the baby was therefore his grandson.

Edith felt the world tilt. The loneliness of the long labour melted away, replaced by a deep and overwhelming warmth. She held her son tightly against her chest, while the doctor, moved beyond words, realised that this small baby had just restored a bond that had been broken for a very long time.

Click to comment

Leave a Reply

Ваша e-mail адреса не оприлюднюватиметься. Обов’язкові поля позначені *

один × 2 =

Також цікаво:

CZ19 хвилин ago

Tajemství za koupelnovými dveřmi na Vinohradech

Poprvé jsem si to všimla, když naše sedmiletá Anička přestala navazovat oční kontakt, kdykoli se s Petrem vrátili z večerní...

CZ31 хвилина ago

Vánoční večeře, kterou má dcera nechtěla vařit

Jmenuji se Jarmila a je mi sedmdesát jedna let. Žiju v Olomouci, v témže cihlovém domku na Hodolanech, kde jsem...

CZ36 хвилин ago

Dvě ruce, které jsem se bála pochopit

Pokaždé, když jsem otevřela dveře tátova pokoje, zahlédla jsem ty samé prsty mizející pod dekou — a pak jsem jednoho...

CZ49 хвилин ago

Manžel pod cizí jménou v mobilu

Petra zahlédla jeho auto před domem kolegyně a nespustila jedinou slzu. Co udělala potom, bylo mnohem horší pro něj i...

CZ49 хвилин ago

Dveře, za kterými se rozhodlo o dvou životech

Jmenuju se Petra Hrubá, dvacet šest let pracuju jako noční vrátná v jednom z panelových domů na Jižním Městě v...

HE2 години ago

המזל”ט של בן אדר

ים התיכון היה אפור בשקיעה כשרונית כהן יצאה מהמונית ליד מלון דיוויד אינטרקונטיננטל בתל אביב, והבטיחה לעצמה שהערב הזה יחתום...

CZ5 години ago

Dva roky do penze – a zlatý retrívr, co nejde od hrobu

Jana Veselá stála v kuchyni jejich řadovky v Ostravě-Porubě a krájela papriku na večeři, když Zdeněk přišel s novinou, která...

CZ5 години ago

Pán Dvořák a křídy, které rozdělily dům

Svítání na Žarošické bylo šedé a vlhké, a první věc, kterou jsem to ráno ucítil, nebyla vůně kávy, ale podrážka...