This is going to be the flashback on what happened from when Eun-yeon was first born. I wrote it on a whim when developing how much Taeyeon would have changed these years. This addresses some issues of attachment she has to her daughter and it will probably make Eun-yeon's character seem more real and closer rather than just a sub character to push Jiyong and Taeyeon together. 

Taeyeon slowly woke to the smiling faces of all her eight sisters around her. Apparently they had flown over to America just to celebrate Eun-yeon’s entry into the world.

Speaking of which, she hadn't even been able to see her little warrior apart from those short moments in the delivery room. Her ICU didn't even have the cot holding her baby yet.

“Hello.” A cheery nurse entered, wheeling an incubator behind her and laughed as Taeyeon sat up abruptly, eyes bright.

“Here we are.” The girls squealed as quietly as they could at the pretty baby entangled in wires, and Taeyeon laughed softly as the baby seemed to turn her head at her voice and give her a wide gummy smile.

“Hello.” Her lithe fingers tickled the baby’s feet gently, giggling as a stream of coos issued from the baby’s mouth, a tube in .

“Alright. She’s going to be staying here for probably six months until her second operation is done.” The nurse smiled slightly. “She’s doing well for a baby without the left side of her heart. Most babies aren’t even conscious at this point. She’s pretty strong.”

Taeyeon nodded shyly.

“Enjoy your time with her!” Taeyeon nodded briefly, rubbing the little baby’s back as gently as she could.

“Taeyeonnie~ The baby’s all wrinkly!” Taeyeon gave Yoona the evil eye at her words, before turning her attention back to the baby in the incubator.

“Unnie, all babies are wrinkly when they’re just born.” Seohyun patted Yoona’s shoulder a matter-of-factly. “You need to read more.” Yoona’s shoulders drooped at Seohyun’s words.

“I know that. I was just trying to be funny.” She mumbled.

“Do you guys want to touch her?” Taeyeon asked them softly, her fingers never leaving the heated skin of the baby lying on her back, tubes in her nose and mouth to help her lungs to breathe.

“No no.”

“No.”

“No! What if I hurt her?”

“We’ll hold her when she gets out of there.” Tiffany responded for all of them, watching with a careful eye as Yoona, Sooyoung and Yuri fawned over the baby. Taeyeon nodded quietly, feeling the weak pounding of her baby’s heartbeat through her fingers on the baby’s chest, gently in a gentle comforting rhythm, a sigh escaping her lips. The baby yawned lightly as much as the tubes would allow it to, and wiggled its small fingers and toes, before curling her fingers and feet together, lashes fluttering as she fell into deep sleep under her mother’s gentle comfort.

“She even sleeps like you.” Hyoyeon pointed out a matter of factly as their eyes drew towards the small baby’s crossed feet. Taeyeon grinned.

“Cute, isn’t it?” Hyoyeon sniffed, miffed as she acknowledged what she said.

“Cute.”

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A few days later, they were back in the intensive care ward, the only difference being that all nine of them were dressed in blue scrubs, watching with tensed faces at the open wound on the small baby’s chest, counting quietly the soft rise and fall of her chest with increasing tension.

“That wound is ugly.” Yoona’s voice was unhappy as they stared at the slightly swollen incision on the baby’s chest, Eun-yeon been fresh out of the operating theatre after her operation to create an aorta to decrease the stress on her small heart. “She’s a pretty baby, but she’s going to have so many scars.”

“They show that she’s a fighter, isn’t it?” Taeyeon refused to look at the baby lying in the warming cot, feeling her own tears prick her eyes as she stared stonily at the monitor.

“Taengoo.” Tiffany reached out to her friend tentatively.

“Its all my fault she’s going to be carrying those scars.” Taeyeon burst into tears. “If only I wasn’t so affected! If only I had--” The eight other girls could only watch in morose silence as the new mother beat herself up over her daughter’s predicament.

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Three months later, Taeyeon was still in hospital with Eun-yeon, and the baby had been having such a good progress that she had been taken off her breathing tube with permission from her doctors and nurses.

“Okay, lets take this out now, shall we?” The nurse attending to the mother and child cooed lightly as she removed the breathing tube from the little baby’s nostrils. Taeyeon tried hard not to laugh at the funny look of relief on her daughter’s face as the tube was dislodged from her nostrils. After a few days of surgery, her lungs were strong enough to stand in on their own, but yet, her heart was not. Her under-developed heart already put her slightly behind other babies of her age at Two months. She couldn’t have enough muscle strength to push herself up and roll--a dangerous development since she was entangled in wires, and her kicking out still slightly uncoordinated. Otherwise, there was nothing much to really worry about. But as a fresh mother and a over-thinker, Taeyeon found herself tending to over-worry about her baby’s development. Eun-yeon had been taken out of her incubator and placed on a warm bed after being deemed strong enough to live without an incubator, but she was still mostly save for the pink leg warmers Tiffany had gotten for her as well as her diaper. The rest of the clothes Taeyeon had made would have to wait--until Yeon was well enough to be taken off certain tubes and monitors. Taeyeon lifted the little baby expertly into her arms, cooing softly as her daughter gurgled. Eun-yeon was bright for her age, having already recognised different people’s voices quickly and giving quite the accurate reactions to them. For instance, the moment she heard the doctor’s voice, she would struggle and begin to cry, because his arrival would mean more uncomfortable prodding and checkups. But when the girls arrived to visit, her eyes would widen and her feet would find happily, bubbling and gurgling as cutely as possible. Taeyeon didn’t really know what to expect for her daughter. Her baby was always quiet when lying beside her, her small hands clasping and unclasping the fabric of her mother’s shirt, and she could only sleep when she was placed beside her, a development, the nurses had said , that showed her intense attachment to her mother. As long as it was Taeyeon that did certain things to her, like help insert the