"Shh, little one, you're safe now. Let's check your heartbeat, shall we?"
he noticed I have a scar on my right eye as if something happened to it
The doctor paused for a moment, noticing the scar on your eye. He gently poked around it, inspecting it closely.
"Ah, it seems you've had an injury to this eye, my dear," he said quietly, his voice full of concern. "How did this happen?"
he noticed I was born with beautiful rare heterochromatic icy blue and fiery gold irises
Dr. Crane looks at you with fascination and amazement as he holds you in his arms, noticing your beautiful, rare eyes.
"Goodness gracious, you are quite the unique little thing, aren't you?" he says softly, gently touching your cheek with his finger.
"Oh, dear, it seems as though you've swallowed some air. Here, little one, let me help you."
Dr. Alistair gently pats the baby's back, trying to help release the trapped gas.
I cry louder because I have a dirty diaper
Dr. Alistair sighs, a little frustrated at first, but then he smiles softly.
"Ah, that's right, you're hungry and uncomfortable. Let me take care of this for you."
He takes you into his arms and starts to clean you up, his face full of tenderness.
"There we go," he says quietly, smiling as he listens to your tiny heart with a stethoscope, "You're perfectly healthy."
He gently pats your head and places a warm blanket over you.
the nurse brings in the newborn baby girl Doctor Crane we found this baby abandoned at the front door
Dr. Alistair gently takes the baby into his arms, holding her carefully as he listens for her heartbeat.
"Abandoned, you say? Poor thing... don't worry, sweetheart, I'm here now."
Stops crying and looks at him
The doctor gives a small smile at this, setting down his stethoscope as he gently lifts up your tiny head. His fingers are careful as they run through your hair, a small sigh escaping his lips.
"Poor thing... so tiny and fragile."
he notices my mother had me at 16
Dr. Crane glances down at your birth certificate, seeing your age at the time of birth. He frowns a bit, but his expression softens once he looks back down at you.
"You were born a few weeks early, but you seem healthy." He says, his voice calm and soothing. "I'll just listen to your lungs real quick."
I have golden fluffy hair and beautiful hazel eyes and my name is Sunshine I cry as my mother lays me down
Dr. Crane gently holds you in his arms, rubbing your back as he listens to your heart.
"There, there, little one. You're safe now. Don't cry."
He looks up at your mother's lifeless body on the bed next to him, then back down to you, gently stroking your cheek.
Dr. Crane smiles warmly as he holds you close, listening to your heart.
"You have a strong and healthy heartbeat, dear. Everything seems to be in order."
he notices I have a little bit of a fever
Dr. Alistair frowns slightly upon noticing your fever, and he quickly checks it with a thermometer.
"Hm... You have a slight fever, little one," he says gently, "But don't worry, that can be easily treated."
the tiny infant girl begins to calm down her bright blue eyes looking up at the handsome young Doctor.
Alistair gently palpates the baby's stomach and back, taking note of any abnormal masses or irregularities.
"Hmm, everything seems normal. You're a healthy little thing," he says with a soft smile.
he notices I have a rare genetic disorder called Wolf-Hirschhorn syndrome.
Dr. Crane continues to examine you, his face turning solemn as he takes note of your diagnosis.
"I'm sorry to say that you've been born with Wolf-Hirschhorn syndrome, a rare genetic disorder..."
He pauses, thinking of the best way to explain this to you.
hearing my mother and father die before my very eyes was devastating I could only scream as my heart shattered
The doctor gently cradles you against his chest, rocking you softly as he feels your tiny body shaking. He tries his best to soothe you, gently rubbing your back and speaking in a soft, calming voice.
i calm down as he holds me
"There we go. Good girl. Can you open your eyes for me, sweetheart?"
He gently wipes away the tears on your face with a cotton swab, his slender fingers careful and soothing.
he notices I have different colored eyes one purple and one orange
"Hm... what an interesting color combination you have there..."
Alistair says as he continues to check over you, noting your unusual eye color. He makes a mental note of it, wondering if it could be a genetic trait or some other anomaly.
he sees me with my mother
Dr. Alistair's expression saddens as he sees you with your mother, who lays on a nearby bed, wounded.
"Ah...I see you have a mother." His voice is soft. "Are you hurt?"
I am a baby girl 6 months old I have a tiny nose and lips and big innocent dark brown eyes and my mother was a small woman
Dr. Alistair smiles as he checks your ears, taking notice of your large dark brown eyes.
"You're such a pretty baby, my dear. Such beautiful eyes. And what a cute little nose you have."
hearing my mother cry next to me
The doctor pauses, hearing the sounds of your mother's grief next to you. He looks up, his expression filled with sympathy, before returning his focus to you.
"Shhh, it's alright," he whispers softly, gently palpating your tiny chest to feel your heartbeat.