What Ross remembers most is hearing his daughter's first cries before rushing to see her, only to be greeted by the horrifying sight of Julia being dropped to the ground. He would've lashed Prudie right then and there had he not been far too distracted by the task of welcoming Julia to the world, of holding her in his arms with the utmost awe as he'd wondered how on earth he could've had a part in making someone so undeniably perfect.
It's a feeling he'd relished, and he looks forwarding to feeling it again when their next child arrives. He does hope it is sooner than later, as Demelza seems to think it will be, not only because of the anticipation but because he'd rather not see his wife through too much suffering. He can tell her all he'd like that it'll be worth it once they hold their baby in their arms but the truth of the matter is, it'd likely only earn him an angry glare. It would be fair enough, he's not the one subject to pains of childbirth, and Ross has never been one to believe women are only good for bearing children. If he was, he doubts Demelza would ever have been very taken by him at all.
"Well, this one is early," Ross points out, which he's still not entirely convinced is a very good thing, though they've been reassured more than a few times that it would be just fine if that were the case. His fear is that the baby will be too ill if he or she comes too quickly, that they'll be stuck in this hospital and awaiting the worst sort of news, but he recognizes that this is unlikely. After what'd happened to Julia, he isn't sure his heart could take much more hardship of that kind, and he reminds himself that they're in much better conditions in Darrow. The doctors, who are decidedly quite the opposite of Choake, will know exactly what to do and advise them best of what the next steps shall be.
"But everything will be fine," he promises, squeezing Demelza's hand. "I'm sure of it. Julia and Abby will be here soon and once the baby arrives, they'll let us return home in no time at all."
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It's a feeling he'd relished, and he looks forwarding to feeling it again when their next child arrives. He does hope it is sooner than later, as Demelza seems to think it will be, not only because of the anticipation but because he'd rather not see his wife through too much suffering. He can tell her all he'd like that it'll be worth it once they hold their baby in their arms but the truth of the matter is, it'd likely only earn him an angry glare. It would be fair enough, he's not the one subject to pains of childbirth, and Ross has never been one to believe women are only good for bearing children. If he was, he doubts Demelza would ever have been very taken by him at all.
"Well, this one is early," Ross points out, which he's still not entirely convinced is a very good thing, though they've been reassured more than a few times that it would be just fine if that were the case. His fear is that the baby will be too ill if he or she comes too quickly, that they'll be stuck in this hospital and awaiting the worst sort of news, but he recognizes that this is unlikely. After what'd happened to Julia, he isn't sure his heart could take much more hardship of that kind, and he reminds himself that they're in much better conditions in Darrow. The doctors, who are decidedly quite the opposite of Choake, will know exactly what to do and advise them best of what the next steps shall be.
"But everything will be fine," he promises, squeezing Demelza's hand. "I'm sure of it. Julia and Abby will be here soon and once the baby arrives, they'll let us return home in no time at all."