Newborn Eyes Bloodshot Novels & Stories

' I couldn't hide my concern. 'Your eyes...' She said stuttering. 'What is wrong with my eyes?' I asked again. All the anger watching away in the face of my worry. 'Your eyes changed color.' 'Changed color how?' I asked confused. I quickly ran to the mirror hanging beside the bed. My eyes were intact. Still the baby blue it was. I sighed in relief. I turned towards Lucia to tell her to never play that type of stunt again but I found her still looking at me in shock.

The baby’s eyelids fluttered. He did not wake, but his face changed in sleep, the corners of his mouth pulling inward like he was reliving the shock of being born. His cheeks were still puffy and flushed, his skin mottled in that newborn way that looked like a map of warmth and cold. A faint smear of dried milk clung near the corner of his mouth. His hair was damp and fine, pressed flat in soft swirls against his scalp. I lifted my hand and touched his head with one finger.

I kissed her forehead, lingering there, breathing her in. She smiled up at me and brushed her fingers softly against the petals. “They’re really beautiful… Thanks, baby.” Before I could reply, Angela’s voice snapped loudly. “Oh my goodness, her eyes!” She was standing beside Mei now, her eyes on the baby. “What’s wrong with them?” Emma said, moving over to check on the newborn. Charlotte and I exchanged glances. I wanted to move but she held me back, like she expected that outburst. “She got her daddy’s eye color but a bit lighter. Like lemon green,” Angela said.

I take one deep breath, trusting my body completely, and with one last, powerful push, the heavy pressure shatters into an overwhelming rush of pure, unadulterated relief. The room is suddenly filled with a sharp, strong, healthy cry. The doctor gently lifts our baby, wrapping her in a warm blanket before placing her directly onto my bare chest. The moment her tiny, warm body settles against my skin, my heart feels like it completely bursts out of my chest. She is perfect. Ten tiny fingers, ten tiny toes, and a beautiful coat of dark hair. But as she calms down, nesting against me, she slowly opens her eyes. I catch my breath, and beside me, Liam lets out a sharp, stunned gasp. Her eyes aren

she chirped, unwrapping Emma. She listened to her heart, checked her hips, shone a light in her eyes. I stood beside her, hovering. I had a mental list. "Is her breathing normal?" I asked. "It seems fast. And irregular." "Periodic breathing," Dr. Evans said calmly. "Totally normal for newborns." "What about the spot on her back? Is that a bruise?" "Mongolian spot. Birthmark. Normal." "She sneezes a lot. Allergies?"

it's so unique. The doctor says it's a condition called Heterochromia. I think his eyes are beautiful. One night, while I fed him, I swear I saw his eyes glowing. One was blue, and one was green. I told Brian about that, and he said, " That maybe it was just the way the lights were hitting his eyes." I'm not sure, and I guess it's fine either way glowing or not he is perfect, just like the other babies.

Fiona blinked a couple of times to adjust her vision in the semi-lit room. As soon as her vision cleared the first thing she saw were big ocean eyes brimming with tears. His lips pouted and trembled as his chin wobbled. The baby touched her cheek with his chubby hands, the touch so gentle as if he touched her with a slight force that she would fade away. "F...F...Fina," The baby stuttered. A big tear dripped from his left eye and then another from his right eye as the toddler blinked, not believing his eyes.

"He really is adorable. He's perfect…" He suddenly realized I was still standing there, and his smile stiffened. "H-Honey, look, the baby kind of looks like… like Mia, don't you think?" I let out a cold laugh. "He is pretty cute." Then I acted slightly surprised and joked, "Oh wow, Hudson, the baby's eyes and eyebrows look a lot like yours too, don't they?" Hudson's face went pale, and he forced a smile. "Honey, you must be joking. Newborns are all wrinkly when they're first born. You can't really tell who they look like…"

Sniffling, I adjusted the blanket a bit, and she cooed as she stirred awake in my arms. "Hi," I whispered as I gently touched her small hand. "Oh wow, you were born with so much hair," I laughed as I wiped away my tears. She slowly opened her eyes, and I was not exaggerating when I said she took my breath away. "Are you crying again?" The nurse asked as she looked at me, holding my baby gently against my chest. I sobbed into her blanket; she must think her mom was a crybaby since she was so quiet. "I'm sorry," I rubbed my eyes with my arms. "She has his eyes," I said as I stared into her light purple eyes that looked at me intently.

Everyone else is calm and collected as if nothing out of the ordinary is going on. I glance back over at the crying infant, her little eyes filled with tears that roll down her fawn-coloured cheeks. It’s the first time I’ve seen her eyes, and I can’t help but feel surprised as I take in their appearance. They’re intense, like pools of lava formed by a dazzling gold around the pupil that bleeds into a vibrant crimson red. As a Goddess, I had expected her to be born with silver eyes like the other Gods, but instead, they are the perfect mix of her mother’s golden eyes and the blood red that once signified Oshmin’s curse.