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Despite the devil’s plans continued...

... despite an unplanned pregnancy, despite an attempted abortion, despite a boggled adoption, she would be giving birth to a baby this day. It wasn’t just another day, not that day, in the Hermann Hospital maternity ward in Houston, Texas. Feb 22, 1966. For one family it was a day of great joy and new beginnings. For the young preacher’s daughter it was a day of sorrow, yet also new beginnings. “Nurse!” she cried out but received no reply. She was starting to think clearly now. Not exactly clearly but clearer. They must have given something because she couldn’t remember much about the birth. She remembered the doctor’s voice, “Push Ginny, Push!” It was coming back to her now. She runs her hands under the covers and over her stomach. It’s gone. Just like that, it’s gone. “He’s gone” she thinks. “She’s gone”, she whispers. The heartbeat. The kicks. “It’s the best thing for the baby” she speaks aloud convincing herself as she has done so many times over the last months as she has grown closer to the human living within her. At least he’s alive she ponders. “She didn’t deserve this baby”, she thought to herself. After all, it wasn’t just for the high that Steve introduced her to heroine. Steve had opened her eyes to the good, the bad and the ugly. Early stages of pregnancy, powerful drug, large doses. Long after the high wore off, she knew. She wonders, “Is he healthy? Is she okay?” She knew they would not be telling her the sex of the baby. The less she knew the better they always told her. She pulls down the blanket to see her flat belly under her gown. She lifts her gown to see her naked body that has apparently been cleaned. She does get her first hint of pain as she comes out of the fog of the drugs they gave her. “Are they going to tell me anything?” she says up to the sky as she lays back down and covers up. Just as she begins to allow herself to relax, the door opens, and a nurse starts to step into the room. She’s carrying a newly cuddled baby in a blanket. “Oh God,” Ginny hopes! Hope is what arises in her like a flood. Full of anticipation she sits up and her heart rushes, almost trying to escape out of her chest. But in a flash, the nurse’s smile starts to fade away. She takes just the quickest glimpse down at something on the baby or blanket, Ginny can’t tell in the lightly lit room. Without a word the nurse turns and hurries out of the room. Gone. Door slowly closing shut. In a snapshot of time, hope lifted like a fog pushed away by the sunrise. She would never see her baby again. That was it. That was the small gift that she would hang on to. As the nurse scurries out of the room she is noticed by another nurse who rushes up to her. “Did you just take that baby in there?” she demandingly asks her. “Well, I, I thought, she should maybe, maybe keep the baby by her heart, well, for at least a little while.” she manages to say. “No, never! This baby needs to go to the nursery” she says as she digs in the baby’s blanket. She pulls out a small tag and looks it over. “This baby don’t even have a name. It says here Baby Boy Scott. That means they gave that baby up for adoption.”

Lucky Little