WHO: Harry Potter, Ginny Potter, Mini-James Potter, and George Weasley WHEN: October 19, 2004 WHERE: Ginny and James' hospital room, Maternity Ward, St. Mungo's STATUS: Incomplete RATING: TBA SUMMARY: Babies are cute. That's all.
"I see no reason why the Healer's wouldn't let you go home in a couple of days." the Medi-Witch told Ginny as she transferred the incredibly tiny bundle from the rolling crib to her stretched out arms. "Your perfectly fine now that you've gotten some rest. And that little one should be just fine too, he has a set of lungs like you wouldn't believe. Woke up the baby next to him this morning when he needed his nappy changed." she explained this all with a fond smile towards James as Ginny readjusted the blankets that had shifted from his moving from the crib to her.
"I'm pretty sure that would be the Weasley half." she told the nurse, grinning down at the baby as his eyes fluttered open for a brief moment and then promptly shut themselves again. At four days old, he really didn't do much but sleep - not that Ginny was complaining. She was of the opinion that he was the best thing in the world, and she had spent a great deal of time just watching him sleep. In fact, it was probably the most fascinating thing she had ever seen in her life.
"You know what to do when you're ready for us to come and pick him up dear." the woman said with another smile, the sound of the door swinging closed the only noise to indicate that she had left the room.
"She reminds me of your grandmum Jamie." Ginny said softly, her head lifting for a moment to glance at the closed door. "A grandmum who'd be here in a second if she knew you were in the room with me right now."
And that was true, Molly Weasley had been present in the room just as much as Harry since James arrival. It had only been the day before that Arthur had stepped in to quietly urge his wife to go home to both rest and give the parents some time to be alone (although you really weren't alone in a hospital full of people, but Ginny appreciated the sentiment). She was sure her mum was sitting her in her kitchen counting down the minutes until when it would be appropriate to hurry back to the hospital to see her newest grandchild.
The quiet didn't last long though as James began to squirm, and a soft cry rang out. Something that Ginny had to smile at, he was right on time to be hungry which was the biggest worry of being a premie, but it seemed her child had inherited Ron's appetite or possibly just Harry's stubbornness to not give up quite so easily.
"Okay, okay." she chuckled, shifting him so that she could summon a bottle of pumped milk from the small area that had been attacked with every charm that the magical world new in order to keep them all at the perfect temperature for a baby. "I'm just not pleasing you at all today am I?" Ginny asked as she caught the bottle in her hand, quickly testing the temperature on her wrist by flicking her hand backwards and then gently placing it against James' lower lip. As usual, it took a moment (one in which Ginny swore her heart stopped beating for fear he wouldn't take it) before his tiny mouth wrapped around the bottle and began to suck.
"Well done Jamie." she whispered, dropping a kiss against his forehead as the door swung open once again.