Our little secret

Born again

Dr.js perspective

It was time, we had waited 9 months for his development to change. But it was finally time to find out whether the parturition contrivance had actually worked. I was nervous as it would be the day of either great success or failure, joy or sorrow. I felt sick with nerves and excitement. They had been shrinking the artificial womb around Tom so we could almost see his body. I saw him kicking and stretching. It was a relief to know he was still alive. I don't know what he's going to be like.

Ok the day, a massive audience gathered again to the point half had to wait in the open corridor. His family would come later. I met with the other doctor's prior the birth to have a briefing of what was to become. I was sweating. I had to change my shirt twice because of it. Charley had been messaging to ask for updates. I just prayed it would be fine.
We made our way through the corridor past the spectators or doctors, scientists and journalists eager to know the results. We got in the lab and began setting up. Nurses each holding a towel, resuscitation machines ready and oxygen. We all looked at each other then doctor Phillips spoke.

"Let's begin" he sighed before taking a deep breath in.

The parturition contrivance groaned and ached as the womb began moving down. The womb attached itself to the cushioning lips Tom originally went through. They lubricated the lips for easy transition. We then pulled out the mental table for him to slide onto. I put my hand on the parturition contrivance I could see him properly for the first time since he went in, his hair waving in the amniotic fluid, his face so calm, so peaceful, his jaw and cheek bones were slightly more prominent. His little flicked nose that I missed so much. He still managed to maintain all his ear and nose piercings as well. He was just curled up in the fetal position. Floating. Content. The pain on his face wasn't there anymore. His little defined fists tucked up close to his face. My little fighter I thought. I briefly smiled.
The artificial womb turned and the amniotic fluid began draining slowly out, through the base of the womb. It compressed forcing Tom to be pressed against the lips. He slowly squeezed through the slimy hole with a rush of fluid onto the metal slab. There was Silence. It was shocking. Not a scream or a cry, nothing. He hadn't developed at all. If anything he was smaller then before. He was just like before but smaller. Not by height I would say but just over all. I couldn't describe it or maybe he was just always this tiny. He looked younger. His limbs were thin. You could see his ribs more. He lay there, his arms and legs open. The umbilical cord still firmly attached to his still well defined stomach. We all stared for a few seconds in shock, waiting for him to take his first breathe. Nothing. The nurses then rubbed vigorously his chest. Trying to make him breathe. I stood there my heart thumping. Shit we've killed him. The birth was too much for him. I held my face with my hand. Not showing anyone my true worry. We all stood in silence watching him lay there with a mask attached to his face while they tried pumping air into his lungs.

The pumped over and over again. But nothing.

And more silence

Fuck....

We began all thinking the same, I looked away. I couldn't do this. Then I heard a slight moan. I spun back around again.... then a cry. It was beautiful his voice was more immature, like a young teenage boy but he cried like a newborn baby. I could of cried. Doctors immediately shaking each others hands after they heard the sound of his crying, pleased he had survived the experiment. He was adorable, Nurses flooded in and began wiping the sticky fluid off him, his body jerked and twisted as they wiped. His cry going from quite to loud over and over again, was just perfect. My little man was as back!
A doctor picked him up and  supported him under his neck and bottom. It was like Tom was some sacrifice. He lay in this mans hands, shaking, screaming and confused. The weighed him in a basin before placing him in a plastic padded crib. Where they clipped and cut the umbilical cord. A roar took over Tom. Louder then before. Doctors held him down to check his heart and lungs. Urgh it made me so angry!

"For fuck sake! The kid has just been born! You don't need to be so rough with him" I shouted

Doctor Phillips stared at me from over his glasses, then indicated the others to release their grip. He calmed a little. I walked over and looked down at him with my head tilted. I stroked his black wet spiky hair.

"Hey there little guy" I said softly

His cries got quieter as he looked up at me. His big glistening green eyes. So innocent. So sweet. His cry may of subsided but it was still there but moaning. The doctors were taking measurements of his limbs and body. They even checked his penis. Doctor Phillips sighed.

"It hasn't worked, from the brief physical and psychological evaluation he's regressed further back then we could of ever guessed"

We all looked down at him

"He's further away from being a man then he ever has been now" another doctor said.

A slight excitement over come me. They may not want him? That means he is my little baby boy