[Princeton] Babies-R-Us
Who: Rogue & Tara
Where: Maternity Ward, Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital
When: Thursday evening
Follows: A couple of days after THIS]
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Tara waited a couple of days after Rogue gave birth to even attempt to go visit her. For one, she knew exactly how Rogue would've been feeling in the days after, even Tara managed to get herself into a coma for it. The hours following the birth were ecstatic but fucking draining. And two, it had taken two days for her to get over her over-enthusiastic St Patrick's Day celebrations and she was still feeling like crap. She couldn't remember anything about her bender. The first memory she actually had was at about 3am the following morning of Lachlan sitting on the bathroom floor with his arms wrapped soothingly around her. But ever since then, he'd been funny and quiet. He kept telling her he was just tired, but there was that nervous niggle in her gut she couldn't shake. She thought it was just the hangover at first, but two days later, it was still there and growing.
But she pushed the worries aside for a moment and slowly made her way up the hall of the Maternity ward. Her own baby son was bundled happily in the crook of her arm amongst a swaddle of blue blankets with his name embroidered on them. She carefully pushed his IV line beside her. He wasn't confined to the hospital crib anymore, but he was still receiving medication and where he went, the IV had to go too. She reached Rogue's room and knocked softly on the glass door with a smile. "Are you up for some visitors?" she asked softly.
Where: Maternity Ward, Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital
When: Thursday evening
Follows: A couple of days after THIS]
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Tara waited a couple of days after Rogue gave birth to even attempt to go visit her. For one, she knew exactly how Rogue would've been feeling in the days after, even Tara managed to get herself into a coma for it. The hours following the birth were ecstatic but fucking draining. And two, it had taken two days for her to get over her over-enthusiastic St Patrick's Day celebrations and she was still feeling like crap. She couldn't remember anything about her bender. The first memory she actually had was at about 3am the following morning of Lachlan sitting on the bathroom floor with his arms wrapped soothingly around her. But ever since then, he'd been funny and quiet. He kept telling her he was just tired, but there was that nervous niggle in her gut she couldn't shake. She thought it was just the hangover at first, but two days later, it was still there and growing.
But she pushed the worries aside for a moment and slowly made her way up the hall of the Maternity ward. Her own baby son was bundled happily in the crook of her arm amongst a swaddle of blue blankets with his name embroidered on them. She carefully pushed his IV line beside her. He wasn't confined to the hospital crib anymore, but he was still receiving medication and where he went, the IV had to go too. She reached Rogue's room and knocked softly on the glass door with a smile. "Are you up for some visitors?" she asked softly.