I awoke the same as the day before and again my mother lifted me from the crib I was changed and nursed as the day before. Because it was Saturday, my mother didn’t need to wake Rarity, so she sat in a rocking chair that sat in one of the corners of the room rocking softly back and forth, holding me close. She softly nuzzled me, causing me to snuggle in to her warm chest fur as she stroked her hoof down my back, making me slowly drift to the open arms of the sleeping realm.
Slowly, I woke again to see I had been placed in my trotting device, a small, bouncy thing that allows me to trot around the house instead of crawl. I heard mother tell Rarity it’ll help me walk properly on all four hooves. Looking around I saw Rarity eating at the table as I made my way to her. She looked down and smiled at me “Good morning, sweetie.” I gurgled to her at the best of my abilities. I don’t think she understood that I told her I want some of the mushy stuff she was eating.
Looking over to the living room I saw Father one the couch, reading. Smiling, I waddled my way over to him. He turned and smiled at me “Well hello there. How’s my sweet little sweetie doing today?” I replied with the normal gurgle as I always did. “Oh no, that won’t do. Let’s hear you say daddy. Come on, say daddy.”
“dggrgle,” was all I was able to sputter out as he lifted me and put a soft kiss on my cheek
“That’s ok, you’ll get it, baby.” Smiling, I nuzzled my head under his chin.
Only a few moments after I nuzzled up to my father, my mother came into the room from the kitchen. She saw my father and I snuggled on the couch. Smiling she walked over to us and said, “I’d hate to ruin this moment, but we need to eat so I can take little Sweetie here to the doctor. She’s do for a checkup.” Nodding his head, my father set me back down in my trotter.
We walked into the dining room, or in my case, waddling there. My family gathered around the table, sitting and eating the food my mother had made, with Rarity finishing the last bits of hers because she ate before the two older ponies. “Thank you, mom. I need to go work on the costumes for my school’s play. May I be excused?” Smiling, my mother nodded, and Rarity headed for the stairs to go work in her room.
After all the food had been eaten, my mother packed a bag with anything she might need for me. Turning to look at my father, he had settled back in on his spot and returned to his book. Picking me up, my mother placed me in the harness and headed for the door.
I looked out at the world out stretched before my hooves, amazed at what was before me. As we walked, I saw yellow and blue flowers on the side of the road. I wanted to smell (and taste) them, but my mother just kept moving. We continued on the same path, that is until my mother spotted two carts turned over with two angry pony’s yelling at one another. Seeing this, mother moved for a side road that would cut back to our original path.
“Finally,” my mom said as we walked into a room full of chairs on all the walls. Looking around, I saw other fillies and colts running about the room playing with the toys. They went from my age to about eight or so. I began to squirm, something that my mother found to be both funny and annoying. “Wait, sweetie, I have to check you in for your appointment first.” Angrily, I snorted, although my mother didn’t seem to notice.
Finally, after my mother was done with the dumb old check in, she set me down and I moved straight to some blocks, where a small unicorn was playing. “Hi,” I said to her, although I wasn’t sure if she was close enough to my age to be able to understand me.
“Hi” she said back. Well that answers that, I thought to myself. “Do you want to play together?” I asked her.
“Sure. My mommy tells me to be nice to other ponies all the time.” She smiled. With a quick movement, she had pushed some blocks to me. We began to build things, even putting them together sometimes, but after what seemed like only a few minutes her mother approached us to get her.
Just as her mother was moving to pick her up, I heard my name being called. “Sweetie Belle.” With that said, my mother walked over and picked me up. Looking back at my new friend for what could be the last time because there was no telling when we would meet again, I began to wonder. Her mother’s eyes were a bit crooked, but hers were straight. They both had similar coats and manes though. That’s odd. Oh well, she was nice. I bet her mother was, too.
Turning back to the door my mother was taking me to, I was brought into a room and set on a small bed-like table. Naturally, I started to crawl to see what I could find, but my mother’s firm hooves brought me back to my starting point. “Don’t run away on us now miss Belle,” said a pony I only could assume was the doctor. He had a dark brown coat and mane, and he was followed by a pink maned nurse with a white coat.
Looking at the doctor standing over me, studying every inch of me, I began to whimper and attempt to scoot away. Smiling, the doctor lowered his head to my eye level. “It’s okay, I’m not going to hurt you,” he said. He didn’t convince me, but my mother was by my side, so I let him continue.
“Okay, after looking over and running a few tests, the only issue we were able to see was a slight magical dampening,” said the doctor.
“What’s magical dampening?” my mother replied, rather worriedly.
“It’s probably nothing,” said the doctor quickly, seeing the worry spread over my mother’s face. “But it stops magic from flowing properly to a unicorn’s horn. It’s as if you had a magic sealer on your horn, but it’s not that common anymore. So don’t fear, your baby is more or less fine and in amazing health. Just check out with the nurse and have a good day, ma’am,” the doctor quickly stated as he headed out the door. I didn’t quite understand what the dialogue between the doctor and my mother meant, but I paid it no mind. Looking forward as my mother finished signing and paying for my appointment, we headed out the door.
Passing stands of all kinds, we past a sweets store, and I smelled a wonderful smell. A mint green unicorn started walking out screaming something about getting sugar to somepony named BonBon. Smelling the yummy sweets, I began to realize how hungry I truly was. Starting to cry to get my mother’s attention, she quickly hushed me with a soft nuzzle to my cheek. Sitting down at a bench outside of the sweets shop, my mother began to feed me from the bottle she always brought with her when she took me out, along with other things.
A pony with a blue and pink mane stepping out of the shop saw me and smiled, awing at me just like all the others. “Miss, would it be ok if she had some chocolate from my shop? I bet she would enjoy it,” said the blue and pink maned pony. Thinking a moment, my mother slowly agreed and said, “alright but only a little please.” Nodding, the pony headed back inside.
Returning with a small piece of something brown, my mother removed the bottle, to which I greatly disliked. Starting to cry to let my mother know I was unhappy, I instantly went quiet as the brown thing was put into my mouth and a wonderful taste found its way in to my tongue from the item. It was pure bliss, but then it vanished. Feeling hungry, I was about to cry, but my mother put the bottle back in my mouth. As she thanked the nice pony and put my bottle away, we began to head home. My mother began to speak aloud, saying something about Rarity telling her that she wanted my mother to see the costumes for her school play. She had just finished them.
“Mom!” Rarity shouted at us as we walked inside. “Look what I made!” she said, pointing a hoof to the outfits.
“There lovely, honey,” my mother said.
“Thanks, but something seems missing. Mom, I was thinking you could maybe help me figure out what it could be?” Rarity said, looking intently at the different costumes before her.
“There fine, dear. Don’t overthink it,” my mother said, walking in to the kitchen where daddy had begun to cook dinner. “Dear, you’re such a wonderful husband,” my mother started as she sat me down and put everything of mine away. She headed over to my daddy and kissed him on the cheek. I thought in my mind of Rarity at the table yesterday, which caused me to laugh now, seeing her face as comical.
After a few hours the family ate, and my mother nursed me and put me to bed. Closing my eyes, I began to drift into the calm world of sleep, waiting for what tomorrow would bring.
******** A few days later***********
Mom got me up and fed me and changed me, just like every day. I can’t wait! Rarity got her cutie mark a few days ago, and her designs are going to be in the school play tonight. It’s going to be so fun!
Rarity was already up, circling the room. She couldn’t seem to relax. “Rarity, baby, it’s going to be wonderful,” my mother assured her. It didn’t seem to work, as she only went faster.
“Everyone ready to go?” my father asked.
“Yes, dear. Now let’s go before we miss it,” my mother said impatiently.
The play went great as Rarity’s costumes sparkled and shined, making the play all the better. After the play, our father took us out to eat in celebration of Rarity’s amazing work. Once we got home, Rarity couldn’t calm down. She was so happy. She spent most of the night practicing, making new clothes, but our mother eventually got her to go to sleep. Rarity dreamed of all the amazing things she wanted to make and how she’d become famous and a star.
************************ 2 Months later******************************************
“Come on, say Daddy! Say Daddy!” After hours of trying to get me to talk, my father decided it was time for a break and we would pick up in a little while.
Rarity walked into the living room smiled at me and said, “How’s my favorite baby sister? Come on, say Rarity….. Come on say, Rarity! …..Come on I know you can do it!”
“Rary,” I managed to say. Rarity practically exploded with joy.
“Mom, did you hear that? She said my name she said my name!” Rarity was saying as she skipped around with a grin on her face .
“I think you might be exaggerating just a bit, baby,” my father told her.
“Am not!” Rarity replied, stubbornly.
“Rary. Rary,” I repeated, causing my sister to pick me up and snuggle me, giggling.
“That’s right, your big sister Rarity’s always goanna be there for you,” my sister said, causing me to nuzzle her under her chin.
“Lunch is ready, everyone,” my mother said. I like meals more than I did because I can eat my mush with the family. Now I don’t get milk from mom anymore, but I do get formula, so I guess it’s okay. Looking at Rarity across the table, she seemed to be in thought. Most likely thinking about a new dress or something, but Rarity spoke and said, “Mom, dad, can we go to Canterlot this summer? There’s a huge fashion show, and I can ask the pony’s how they make all their amazing clothes.”
“We’ll think about it,” they said plainly, which I’ve come to learn means no, but Rarity didn’t press the matter anymore.
As the day ticked on, I began to crawl around the living room playing with a stuffed pony my parents got me. I was having fun. My father picked me up, and he and my mother sat on the coach and tried to get me to speak. I would get close now and again until finally, “Say momma. Say momma!” my mother said.
“M-m-mo-mm-a, momma.” My mother practically fainted. My father had a huge smile on his face and my sister was running in circles with a huge smile on her face. “Momma, momma, momma!” I repeated over and over again. The next thing I knew, I was wrapped in a group hug. I had never been more happy.
A few minutes after my “amazing speech”, a pony my parents knew slammed the door open. My parents practically touched the ceiling.
“What’s going on?” my father yelled.
“There’s been an accident! The apples are hurt! Come on, there at the hospital right now!” said the strange pony. I remembered the apples from a few months back. The pony I met was really nice. I hope every thing’s ok.
As my family got to the hospital we saw an older green mare and a filly next to her crying. “How she doing?” my mother said to the older mare.
“I don’t know, they haven’t said a thing since we got here,” the green mare replied through sobs as she held the orange filly next to her.
“Hey, you’re Applejack, right?” Rarity said to the orange pony. She only nodded with tear filled eyes. My sister went over and nuzzled her cheek, “It’ll be okay. The doctors know what they’re doing.” My sister said giving her a half smile, but it didn’t seem to work.
A few hours later, I woke to the sound of heavy sobs. The orange pony was embracing the green mare crying harder than I’ve ever seen a pony cry. About an hour later we left the older pony. She said they’d stay there a little while longer before they left. My mother asked if they’d be alright. The older mare said, “They just needed some time”.
I woke up remembering the events of yesterday as my mother put me in my high chair to eat. “Momma.” I said it, but I only got a half smile and a nuzzle this time. I couldn’t figure out why it didn’t work to make her happy like it did the day before. Did it have something to do with the hospital? I thought to myself.
Mom went to get Rarity. She asked if she wanted to stay home, her red eyes had shown she had been crying, but the rest of her look as it all ways did. “No, I’m fine mom,” Rarity said.
“Okay baby, but the choice is still there,” our mother replied.
After eating, Rarity left for school and my mother packed my things and put me in a harness. My father asked where we were going and my mother replied that we were going over to the apples to check up on them. My father only nodded and kissed us goodbye.
We arrived at the Apples farm. Knocking on the door, it was answered by a sad faced mare. The same older green one from before. After saying hello, she invited us inside, where my mother put me down on the couch and sat next to me to make sure I didn’t fall.
“How have things been?” my mother said with sadness clearly visible. She made no move to hide it, knowing there would be no point in doing so.
“Applejack hasn’t left the fields since we got back. I leave her food so she eats but she’s taking it hard. Her brother hasn’t left his room. He never was good with dealing with feelens and the like. Little bloom’s been crying. I think she can tell something’s wrong. It’s just… hard.” The old mare finished with deep sadness.
“We’re here if you need anything,” my mother said to the mare.
“Thank ya kindly,” she replied, “but like I said, we just need time.”
After talking for a few hours, we finally set out for home. As nice as the old mare was, she could talk up a storm. Mother opened the door to our home, shocked at the state of it, she forgot the fact that all the recent events have left little to no time to fix the house up in any way. She set me down and went to work.
I watched for a while, but my mother’s cleaning was only so intriguing to me, so I decided to seek out something. Spotting the cute ball of fluff, I crawled as fast as I could to grab the little kitten. Opal fought as hard as she could to escape my grasp, but I wouldn’t allow it. That was until I spotted a shining object on the floor. It looked like one of the things Rarity put in her hair, or the things I’ve seen somepony wear on their ears or necks with other shiny things.
I moved for the object and picked it up quickly. I looked at it, seeing no real use for it. My mind wondered to how such an object would taste, so I lifted the object to my mouth. Hearing a cry of no from my mother, I turned to look at her, the shiny item already down my throat and nested in my stomach.
“Oh no oh no this is bad this is really bad!” Why was my mother acting so upset? She wasn’t mad, more scared than anything, but she picked me up and bolted for the door. We were down the street and headed for the hospital in what seemed like seconds.
“Help! Help! Somepony please help!”
“Calm down, miss, everything’s going to be okay,” a pink mained mare said placing a hoof on her shoulder. “Now what seems to be the problem miss?” she said, looking at my mother.
“My baby ate one of my daughters gems she used in her designs!” My mother’s voice was high pitched as she breathed heavily out of her mouth.
“Do you know what kind of gem miss?” the pink maned mare said calmly, as if she had this conversation a thousand times before.
“A sapphire, I think.”
“Okay, I’ll be right back,” the pink maned mare said, heading for a door at the side of the room.
Only a few moments had passed as the brown coated doctor pony I had met a few months back for a checkup entered. He looked calm, yet there was a hint of annoyance in his eyes. “Alright miss, the nurse has informed me of the situation. Let’s take Sweetie back to the examination room.”
I was put on a table, lying on my back. The doctor began to wrap me in his magic. It felt weird. After a few minutes, the doctor stopped and turned to my mother. “Now then, it’ll all be ok. She simply need to let it… well she needs to let it pass,” said the doctor, adding a little force to the word pass. It took my mother a few seconds to figure out what he was implying.
“Oh thank goodness, and thank you for all the help, doctor. How long will it take?”
“A few hours. You can take her home if you’d like, but from now on I think you should keep a closer eye on her when it’s just the two of you.” The doctor turned and left the room after giving some paperwork to mother, that she filled out and returned quickly. “Have a good day, you two.”