She was born in the early spring of 1987 on a Saturday morning at 2:34 AM in the city of Battle Creek, Michigan. All of the basic systems were functioning well; a strong heart pumping blood with a grace only to be defined as divine, a healthy set of lungs to breath that blood with, and an assembly of finely tuned thinking perception devices known as her brain.
She was born with blond hair, not the yellow fluff that is so popular with many infants, but blonde all the same. It was long and fine hair, giving her presence the appearance of a lamb among the flock. Her skin was almost pale white, but not completely. There was a minimal amount of blood that ran through her veins. The blood that was there though was a regular shade of red. Her eyes were a shade of gray that no human had ever come close to reproducing naturally, they were perfect.
The attending doctor glanced at the clipboard he held and made his notation of the time she was born. His pen scratched across the paper creating the words. He used his right hand to make the corrections and adjustments. This clipboard held more than the charts and signatures of newborns. This clipboard held the lives, hopes and dreams of these infants that were all wrapped up into one paper that could be used against any one of them at another time. Right now all he needed to do was make a few cuts, dot a few i's and cross a few t's, and he was done. Just one more thing to check off his list and he was done.
The attending doctor requested the nurse to call the family to the delivery room. He looked over to the woman, who was fresh out of medical school. She was already an experienced practitioner. She had been doing this for twenty years before she retired to run a small family practice. She stood at the doorway ready to greet her practice. She wore a lab coat along with her white doctor's hat. She stood a head taller than the average American woman, who were more built from that diet of fast food, junk food and mostly processed food these days.
"Please call the Cunningham's to the delivery room. It is time for our patient to join her baby" he said to her, with a small smile on his face.
She nodded, and walked out from the room waving to everyone that milled in the hall. There were over 20 people in the hallway in various stages of interest. She looked at each one of them, nodded and waved to them. She wanted to get a head count and make sure everyone was here to witness this momentous event. It was a moment she had dreamed of as a young girl in high school. She had almost gone into the field of mathematics, but this was going to be more than just doing math, it would be life itself. There was a whole new aspect of life about to be created, as we walked into the delivery room with all of the Cunningham's family.
We entered the large room and it was filled with floral arrangements. Some of them looked fake, but there were some extremely beautiful arrangements in the room as well. The laying on the table was a bit bigger than the average nurse might expect. The body of the nurse was small and petite, so she knew she had a lot to live up to now, before they opened the door.
The attending doctor walked through the doorway and announced him/herself. "Hello. My name is Dr. Harry Mitchell; I am the attending doctor today in charge of that delivery. I will be doing the actual delivery. Please start making small talk while I prepare the patient."
The nurse nodded and spoke to her clipboard. "Alright Mrs. Cunningham, could you please call your sons up to the delivery room. It's time for our patient to join her baby.
The family went into small talk mode, as they could not yell out and scream in the delivery room. They talked to each other quietly and made their voices as low as possible. All of the mothers there looked at the new nurse and wondered what she looked like. Was she going to be a good fit for the Cunningham family? On the other side of the room the husbands talked amongst themselves, wondering what his new daughter would be like. They wanted a girl to begin with, but this was going to be her first child. What if she did not want a boy as well? It was going to be hard to tell her; she was going to be a doctor baby and she was a strong minded woman.