A Love from racing

Part Twenty Six

It had been a month since Esmaè's operation she was now two months old and such a happy smiley baby. We had to stay in the hospital with her for about a week or so after her surgery as she had caught a chest infection that was pretty bad. The doctors put her on antibiotics and a few weeks later the infection was gone.

The sweetheart couldn't seem to catch a break in the short time she'd be alive for but she was all better and hopefully would stay that way.

Today she had an appointment with the surgeon. It was only a check up to make sure things were still healing correctly. She'd have an Echocardiogram again to check that.

I had Esmaè on the bed with me while Alison got her things ready that we needed to take with us like her medication.

"Peekaboo" I uncovered my hands from my face seeing Esmaè laying on the bed with a smile making a whole bunch of cute noises and kicking her feet.

I couldn't help but laugh at her. I covered my face again "Ready" I said waiting a few minutes to build the suspense.

"Peekaboo"

Again the bedroom was with filled with the cutest of noises.

"Mommy's silly isn't she?" Alison said plopping down on our bed, tickling Esmaè lightly.

Any time these two were together I loved watching them both interact it was my favourite thing. Alison was such a great mother.

"Everything ready?" I asked as I picked up Esmaè from my place sitting on the bed then I stood up.

"Yeah everything we need is in the car just waiting on the two of you to get changed" she said playing with Esmaè's foot whilst she sat on the edge of the bed and Es was in my arms.

I handed our daughter off to Ali "I'll meet you two downstairs" I told her leaning down placing both hands besides her thighs on the bed I gave a kiss to Alison and stroked the babys head.

Leaving them to it I headed to the bathroom for a shower.

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"Oh I know I'm sorry sweetie" the trained sonographer said as Esmaè started to fuss when she took her nice warm bear onesie off so she could get to the babies chest to perform the needed scan, but the coldness of the room was clearly not liked by Es, couldnt blame the sweetheart.

She handed Ali the onesie, who takes it putting it over the chair that was behind her. The sonographer, who was called Amanda, put a small amount of gel on our daughters chest.

Esmaè wriggled her arms around but Alison took ahole of her small hand in hers and kissed it before blowing raspberries on it trying to keep our daughters focus on her while Amanda scanned her chest.

I was standing next to Alison watching the screen, not that I had any idea what I was looking at or looking for but watching nevertheless.

Amanda moved the doppler in different places across Esmaè's chest stopping it every so often and pressing some buttons on the machine when the screen was still.

I knew what she was doing having been with Alison to our baby scans she was freezing the frame and taking a picture.

"Ok, all done princess" Amanda said in a baby voice to Esmaè who was more interested now with looking at her mama and smiling at her.

Alison turned getting Esmaè's onesie and began dressing her again. Amanda turns to us and Ali looks up from buttoning up the baby grow to listen to what she's about to say.

"So I'll have to get the specialists to look it over, but from what I can see everything seems to be healing as it should and is looking healthy" she tells us.