Romans & histoires Newborn Eyes Bloodshot

My body was still sore, my belly still bulging but I would not have missed the opportunity to bath my babies. “ You should never take your eyes off a baby, what are you doing? Your eyes need to be on your baby.” The harsh voice echoed in the room, immediately giving me a headache. I closed my eyes for a second then took a deep breath and tried to counsel myself. I was actually very glad that Vampir knew a lot about babies so I would not have to ask from his mother and give her the opportunity to insult and derail me for free. The baby was still just lying there, arms curled and waving a little. He was not dying or something and besides, Vampir was right next to me. My body temperature just w

I was about to stand up, when a little girl with red eyes walked inside the room. “Dad! I need your help.” She yelled and ran toward Vladimir's arms. He kissed the girl's forehead and asked “What happened, baby?” The girl was almost in tears, her eyes were completely red, her irises were in fact deep red, and the white part was red from all the crying going on.

Bethany raised a brow and placed her hand on her chest and the other hand held on to her son. It all happened in a flash or could it be her imagination? She saw his eyes red. No, why would her baby's eyes turn red? Maybe a light just reflected in his eyes. That would be the only reason. She stepped back and shut the window, which only made Sebby wail. "Baby, what is it?" she asked softly and went to seat down, Patting him gently but he wasn't ready to stop.

I lay back, utterly exhausted but genuinely, overwhelmingly happy, as the medical team completed their necessary assessments before finally, carefully, placing all three daughters against my chest for the first time. "Damara," I said softly, studying the first, dark-haired and already watching the room with unusually focused, alert eyes for a newborn. "Diana," I continued, examining the second, who'd already settled into peaceful, contented sleep despite the room's considerable, ongoing activity. "And Hope," I finished, looking at the third, whose eyes, when they finally opened properly, carried an unusual, striking shade of amber that immediately caught everyone's attention. "Selene," Const

The world snapped into a new center. Everything else—blood, pain, exhaustion, the distant murmur of the pack outside—receded. There was only this. A baby. My baby. Our baby. They were heavier than I’d expected and yet impossibly fragile. Their hair was dark, and damp curls plastered to a soft skull. Their skin was flushed, mottled, hands still clenched into furious little fists. Their eyes blinked open, unfocused, pupil swallowing most of the iris. For a second, they looked utterly human.

Now I see why she did. She opens both eyes but refrains from looking at me. Her eyes, both swollen and purple, are focused on the ceiling, and although the swelling has significantly reduced, you can just tell that the left eye was swollen shut just hours ago. It’s also bloodshot red compared to the right one.

"Healthy and strong. You can see him soon." Tears welled up in Nora's eyes, a wave of emotion washing over her. Relief for Veronica, joy for the new life, and a touch of bittersweet longing for her own journey towards motherhood. When she finally entered the room, Veronica lay cradling the tiny bundle in her arms, her face radiating a love that transcended words. The baby, with his wrinkled face and downy hair, looked impossibly perfect. At that moment, amidst the chaos of the unexpected arrival, Nora felt a profound sense of connection. The circle of life, the miracle of birth, the unyielding strength of women – it all unfolded before her eyes, a reminder of the beautiful complexities woven

I asked, instinctive worry flooding through me despite everything positive Yselda had previously reported regarding our daughter's healthy development. "Her eyes," Yselda said carefully. "They have begun changing colourthese past few days, shifting from the newborn blue typical of infants toward something I have never previously witnessed in any child, regardless of bloodline or lineage. I believe this connects directly to the unique circumstances surrounding her conception and birth, though I cannot yet determine exactly what these changes might ultimately mean for her continued development."

Tears blurred my view as I wondered if my baby was truly okay just then the door opened revealing King Archer who rushed towards us in shock of seeing the baby's color. "Why is she blue!" @pop precious

"A beautiful, healthy girl. She's small, but she's strong. She's going to be just fine." She placed the baby on my chest, and I looked down at her for the first time. She was tiny, fragile, her skin pale and delicate. She had a shock of dark hair, just like her father, and her tiny fingers were curled into fists. But it was her eyes that captivated me. They were gold, bright and luminous, shining with a light that seemed to come from within. They were unlike anything I had ever seen, filled with an ancient wisdom that seemed impossible for a newborn.