A week early for Gracie’s birthday story, but I figured I’d just go ahead and post it now, since Amelia and Owen as brand new parents are sort of my favorite thing? So probably maybe I’ll write something else?
Again, any suggestions leave ‘em in my inbox. I’m open to anything!
Anyway, here’s the story of Grace Evelyn Shepherd-Hunt. P.S. Cool, right? Her name is Gracie and Grace E.
Before Amelia Shepherd found out her baby was anencephalic, she found out her baby was a boy. Before her body trembled with the knowledge that her baby was going to die, it filled from her head to her toes with relief. It was in that room, in that moment, that Amelia realized she did not want a daughter.
She wasn’t sure how to exactly do the mom thing either way, but when she heard from her sister-in-law that she was carrying a baby boy, she realized it was what she wanted. She couldn’t do the girl thing: the sensitive feelings, the attitude, and God help her if her daughter would ever be anything like her.
It was the only thing she knew for certain. If she had kids in the future, she did not want a daughter.
I’m getting way too angry with people calling Amelia Shepherd childish. GO WATCH PRIVATE PRACTICE.
Honestly it is so devastating seeing her talk about how she saw her dad murdered when she was merely five years old. In her teen years she found drugs and eventually died for 3 minutes before being resuscitated.
Then her best friend asks her to assist her suicide due to an awful disease and after it falls threw the first time, Michelle then tries again and succeeds by herself.
Then Amelia relapses, and loses the man she loves. She admits he is her first true love.
Shortly after her recovery she finds out she is pregnant, a baby she shares with this man she has so recently lost, to then discover he is anencephalic baby.
She carries on with the pregnancy and brings the baby to term, gives birth without drugs and he lives for 43 minutes before she has to say goodbye and donates each of his organs for other dying babies.
After getting through all of this she loses her brother without being able to say goodbye. In a sense she also has lost Mark too as he was a close family friend.
Each of this incidences are enough for a fair amount of therapy, and she struggles with sobriety everyday. Yes when she is upset she digs her heels in, she hits nerves but she doesn’t fully mean any of these things she says. I guess I have a thing for fictional mess ups, and I just want to protect Amelia at all costs.