She didn’t expect to see anything but blue. For the midwife dealing with Corinne, the screening process had become routine – a monotonous series of tests with invariably the same outcome. Their hearts leapt when they saw their creation stretching on the ultrasound. They wanted to be sure their baby was fit and healthy ‒ they wanted to do all they could to ensure the safe arrival of the little being they already loved so much and for whom they would do anything. Like every woman, Corinne was screened – but, unlike other women, she and Ernie welcomed the tests. What if this baby was taken from them like all the others? They couldn’t face another miscarriage.
She and Ernie were thrilled, but full of fear. They were broken, but at least they had each other to cling to.Īt fifty-one, eight years later, Corinne unexpectedly fell pregnant.
They’d been beaten down by grief so many times.
They accepted the failure with much sadness and a hint of relief. She was struck off as a potential carrier when she was forty-three. Corinne suffered miscarriage after miscarriage until eventually the couple gave up their dream to become parents. They’d always wanted children but it seemed Mother Nature wasn’t on their side. Then, after a fifty-year female drought, a miracle happened – and it didn’t occur in a sterile science lab.Ĭorinne and Ernie Warren had been married for twenty-five years. They unearthed old religions, forged new ones, and muttered their worshipful chants with longing. The people prayed harder, for longer, calling on different all-powerful beings with urgency. For a long time it seemed no one was listening. Prayed to many gods to grant them rebirth of their kind. The future of humanity was ticking away with the biological clocks of any remaining fertile women.Īnd the people played their part. They would never give up, the world was told.
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