"Of course she was," Demelza answers, knowing there's nothing in the world she wouldn't do for her children, for her family. The pain is terrible, wrenching, and she grits her teeth against it as she leans back against the pillows. In a moment, the nurses will come bustling into the room, they'll do what they can for her, they'll help her with the pain and guide her breathing. These are all things she's read about since learning she was with child and while she's never experienced them before, she's been under the impression they're all things meant to make child birth easier.

How such a thing is possible is truly beyond her, but she hadn't expected the surgeons here to be able to cure her and Julia either, but they had. And so she trusts them to do what's right by her and by their new baby.

"How do 'ee know she'll be a girl?" she asks, closing her eyes for a moment so she can try to relax and breathe. "Perhaps I'll give you a son, a little Jeremy Dwight." Though she must admit, the thought of having a daughter named Verity, after her dearest friend and Ross's most wonderful cousin, it does fill her with a warmth as well. What she wouldn't give to see them again, Verity and Dwight both, even Francis and Elizabeth. There are some wounds that nothing can mend, but they are family and she believes enough time has gone by that Ross might see it like she does as well.