"This can't be, you are mistaken." My newborn darling is officially diagnosed with OI. Osteogenesis Imperfecta. My eyes widen as the doctors inform me of what has just been discovered. They warn me of how delicately fragile my newborn is, and even a light tap on her head, could put a crack right through her scull. I must be dreaming, but no, this is not a dream, n'or a nightmare. This is a living hell. My face is swollen and red, as my eyes are puffy. I have been sobbing for two straight hours while more doctors have come in and out of the waiting room, acknowledging me every detail that I might need to know in the future to take care of my delicately fragile baby.
Weeks before my daughter had been born, I had already come up with a name. Alexis. I would call her Lexi for short. I dreamed from then on, that my Lexi, would be perfect. Beautiful wavy brown hair, bright blue eyes, very intelligent, and very polite. I dreamed how she would crawl in bed with me when storms came through, and how she would hold my hand crossing the streets, and never letting go until we got to the supermarket.
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Teen FictionThe world was spinning, the walls were closing, and the clouds were falling. Kate Stronks has just found out, that her future darling, will come to an end a little earlier than expected. Her vulnerable baby might not come as expected, as she has bee...
