Baby 1: The Immortal Kid

Baby 1

After partly mending my broken heart, I had decided to do the 100 baby challenge in honor of my daughter. But first, some waffles. I was starving!

After the delicious but somewhat burnt waffles, I decided to go to the hospital to get impregnated. It was the easier way, and yes it cost some money, but I didn’t want to go sleeping around. My heart isn’t ready for that step yet. :/

Whilst getting ready for leaving, I realized that I still needed to thank my sister Tanja for helping me, and tell her about her what I saw. I decided calling her was the best idea, and did it straight away.

It was finally time to go to the hospital!

The hospital was pretty empty but the doctors told me the donor’s sperm was in pretty good condition. I couldn’t wait to become pregnant and soon it was done and the impregnation was a success! Well, they said so at least but many complications could arise according to my sister and that made me so nervous!

When I got home the first thing I did was take a much needed nap.

Only to wake up to my sister calling me how it went!

I told her everything and the day later the signs of pregnancy started to show. Morning sickness aroused and I was in the first trimester.

Soon I was in maternity clothes and it wasn’t long before I was in second trimester too. My stomach started bulging out and by every little feeling I got I hoped it was a kick from the little boy or girl making home in my abdominal area.

It was soon time to do an ultra scan at the hospital to check the baby’s gender. You wouldn’t believe who I met at the hospital! It was my mother! Everything was fine, of course. She just visited because she liked helping out with the sick kids there. J

It was already late when the job was done and turns out a baby boy was on the way! I was slightly relieved because that meant he couldn’t look exactly like my deceased daughter.

Months passed and the baby kicked hard. I finished and sold the painting for some money. I still have quite a lot from my parents but I need to be able to make a living off of it.

I decided that it would be nice to see my family again and invited them over. Halfway through the ‘party’ I went into labour!

Welcome home, Tanek! Tanek means ‘immortal’ and was named after Tanja.

Prologue: Let me Introduce Myself

Hmm… I guess I’ll just have to start from the very beginning. But first, let me introduce myself. I’m Danielle Dawinning. I’m a young adult. I have 2 sisters and I’m aunt of 1 teenager. Both my parents are still alive and healthy, living with the rest of my family. Even though I’m pretty young, I was the first to move out. To follow the perfect life.

Yup, that's me. I'm quite artistic (though I don't usually admit it myself =P). My hair comes from my dad, the rest of my family has turquoise mixed hair like my mother. 

Anyway, enough blah-ing (as Miranda used to put it...) On with the story!

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It was a beautiful sunny morning. The whole family had come to wave us goodbye, us being my husband Andrew, my 8-year-old daughter Miranda and me, and wish us a good happy life in the newly bought home.

I know, it's not the best picture, but it's pretty good as it got the whole family in. After a few minutes, they had to continue back because they live quite far away. However, they moved to a place in the same town (as a surprise, though I'd actually suspected it.) 

Miranda and Andrew settled in right away. We had a pool in the backyard.

See? They were having loads of fun while I was inside painting. Of course, my husband couldn't have resist a few kisses. :)

But, alas, all good things come to an end. But mine ended too soon.

Car crash.

Those words still freshly resonate in my ears - they were the two words that changed my life forever.

Miranda and Andrew had decided to go out to check out the new town, and possibly meet some new friends or find some awesome playgrounds. They took the new car, of course. But I was stubborn and wanted to finish my painting first (I'm not that much of an outdoorsy person - I do like it but I mostly I prefer staying home where I'm safe and comfortable.)

After an hour or so, I got a call from my sister. She carried dreadful news.

"Danielle Dawinning speaking. Who is this?"
"Hey, sis, it' me Muriel,"
"Oh hi Mu! What's up?"
"Um, well... I'm not sure how you're going to take this but-"
"What is it...?"
"You're family.... There was... And then... They died..."
"WHAT?!?! What do you mean 'they died'? Who died?"
"A-Andrew and Miranda...."
"Stop it, Muriel. It's not funny."
"I'm not joking, Dani-"
"I SAID SHUT UP!" That's when I hung up the phone.

A few days later was the funeral. I was utterly depressed. I didn't eat, sleep, paint, nothing. I felt dead to the world and I was completely numb at the funeral. It wasn't until I had talked to my mother when the emotions actually came out.

I talked to the rest of my family, too. They all came to say one last goodbye to their newest family members. I shed more tears that night than the rest of my life.

Thanking my nephew for his support

Calming my sister, Tanja, down

The following days were dreadful. I mourned and barely did anything. 

My sister, Muriel, kept her mind of Miranda by working over hours, so didn't have time to talk to me. Fortunately, I had more luck with Tanja and she immediately came over.

I was really relieved but soon lost the good mood again thinking about why I wanted her to come. Fortunately, she immediately noticed something was really wrong - more than usual. She pulled up her weird yet awesome fashion taste and announced it time for a make-over. First, she grabbed the scissors. I was slightly shaky with the idea of my childish sister with scissors near my neck, but didn't have the energy to pull away. It wasn't long before all my long locks were gone.

Next on the were my clothes. She, of course, came prepared and - knowing my two favourite colours - had the clothes hidden in her bag. It wasn't long before we were posing for her camera with my complete new look. She was really proud of herself.

After she left, things went downhill again. Fortunately, this wasn't as bad as the first time and didn't last as long. Why? Because Andrew came back - ghost form - in the middle of one night.  He told me that Miranda was doing fine and told me something that shocked me - her biggest dream could now not be completed. She had wanted to be the mother of 100 unique children, just like that lady in the newspaper.

I told Andrew I just wanted to be friends. He took it really well :)

 I vowed I would resurrect my first beautiful pink- and purple-loving daughter Miranda. And that I'd complete the 100BC for her. So here I am - going to complete the challenge!