Battlestar Babies
Battlestar Babies
Summary: Evelyn talks to Zaharis about the future in regards to military and children.
Date: 53 ACH
Related Logs: Right Where It Hurts and before Four Pills, the memoir.
Players:
Eve..Zaharis..

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Sickbay Genesis - Deck 13
53 ACH 23817 Souls


The medical facility is large enough to hold a few dozen beds. Each bed is set with a curtain for privacy, a chair near the bed and any monitoring or medical aids needed. A nurses desk sits at the front near the hatch and a surgery area, Medical Officers area and supplies are on the far wall behind the desk. Nurses, doctors and medics man this area at any time day or night. Visiting hours are usually kept to the day and evening schedules, unless stated otherwise by medical staff.

< Condition Two —- Duty Area >

Contents: Eve Medical Charts Memorial Board Wireless 1492
Exits: [CMO] CMOs Office [O] Corridor
[PO] Psychiatry Office [RW] Recovery Ward
Special: +lhelp - Local Help Available
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You knock on the door to CMOs Office.

From Chief Medical Officers Office you hear shouting: Yes.

To Chief Medical Officers Office: Sir, its Doctor Sloan. If you have a moment.

From Chief Medical Officers Office you hear shouting: Yes, come in.

You head towards Chief Medical Officers Office.

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Chief Medical Officers Office Genesis - Deck 13
53 ACH 23817 Souls


The office of the Chief Medical Officer is a small room, used mostly for consultations and review of sensitive patient materials than the paperwork of the Medical department, which goes through the Naval Administrative offices. Still somehow it has file cabinets along one wall stuffed full of papers, two chairs in front of a desk behind which a large leather chair is set. On the desk sits a computer terminal.
Sitting on the file cabinet is a Rod of Asclepius carved from two different types of wood. The rod is made from lighter wood, while the snake is darker. The eye of the snake is inlayed with tiny crystals so that it sparkles in the light. It stands on a smallish pedestal with a legend: Do no harm to thyself nor to others.

< Condition Two —- Duty Area >

Contents: Eve Zaharis Wireless 454
Exits: [O] Out
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Eve steps in, snicking the door closed quietly behind her. "Sorry to interrupt." Which she usually seems to be doing when it comes to Zaharis, "Just wondered if you had a moment to talk about my personal situation and how it may affect my professional one."

Zaharis is sitting behind his desk, studying some kind of tox report covered with numbers in columns. The top of the desk is filled with files, some bearing the emblem of another ship. A cigarette burns in the ashtray and from the look of it, today's been a chain-smoking kind of day. He looks up and it takes him a second to change gears in his head. "Yes, have a seat."

Right. There are bigger things in the Fleet than her own problems, like the Seventeen hundred soul influx. But, well, Eve isn't going to waste the opportunity once he consents. She slips around a chair, easing down into it. "If I choose to carry the child to term, I want to know what to expect. I don't even know if there's some form I'm supposed to be filling out, or who the news needs to be reported to…or…" Yeah, she's lost, to say the least. Likely in more areas than one.

"There's a department head notice form," Zaharis says, closing the report and setting it aside. "Which I've let you slack on since I already know." He smiles a little. "The department head then usually conferrs with your attending. I'm going to be switching you over to Lieutenant Craven for the duration of your remaining here, since I don't want to mix my decisions as your CO with my decision as your doctor. Unless you're not comfortable with Craven." His tone doesn't push her to be comfortable or not, just checking with her.

Eve gives a bit of a numb little shrug. "No qualms with the Lieutenant. As long as he has warm hand." Even now she's trying to joke, though her features are clearly lacking an mirth.

"He does, I promise." Zaharis nods. "I wish we had a dedicated OB-GYN, but unfortunately we don't. But we'll do everything we can." He pauses. "You said if you choose to carry the child to term. Are you thinking you might not wish to?"

Eve closes her eyes for a moment. "Everytime I think about it too much I throw up. I eat, I throw up. Saint Germain goes on patrol, I throw up. I've called Hughey on the Great White Wireless so many times in the past few days, I'm surprised the officers don't just move my bunk to stall four in the bathroom."

Zaharis nods. "First and third trimesters tend to be the most difficult. Your body's going through a lot of changes. The nausea usually abates around the thirteenth week." She hasn't answered his question and he doesn't push it. "It's not unusual to need to take some time on bed rest."

Eve takes a deep breath, eyes reopening and she focuses on Zaharis' face with a feeble smile. "That's what I'm unsure about. How long will I be allowed to remain on duty? And then once the child is born…its not like I have a family back home that can tend to it. Him..her…"

"Normally you would be transferred to a shore-based assignment," Zaharis replies. "Obviously things are…rather different now. They're currently working on a way to do shore-based work from the Carina, but it's not in place yet. With your rights in mind, I can't force when you choose to go off active duty. So long as you choose to remain on it we'll be following similar restrictions that we did on the colonies with regards to PT, hazardous chemical exposure, things like that. During the first trimester in general it's alright to remain on duty so long as your doctor agrees. From the second trimester it becomes case by case based on your health and whether any complications have developed. Now, of course, if /you/ feel that you are unable or unwilling to take the risk of remaining on the battlestar, we can address that." A mouthful. He'll get to the second concern next.

Eve gives a shake of her head in the negative. "I don't want to be shipped off like some unwanted cattle, sir. I'd be happier if I could remain aboard the Genesis for as long as I am allowed. I understand the Commander is concerned with unwed mothers, Directive standing or not, and as the child's father and I don't have the type of relationship where marriage is prevaliant, I fear I'll be getting bunted out at the first opportunity."

"Unwanted cattle?" Zaharis raises an eyebrow. "Lieutenant, keep in mind that decisions need to be made not just based on what makes you happy. They also need to take into account the health of the child. This is a combat vessel. And there is going to come a time when your doctor may strongly suggest that you begin leave, especially if there are complications. Losing personnel for a span of time is difficult, but losing them permanently to death or injury is much moreso." He scratches the side of his neck. "Frankly what the Commander wants in the sphere of morality is irrelevant. He's allowed his opinions. But the military cannot discharge a person permanently from its ranks without legal or medical cause."

Eve is knitting her fingers together, weaving the digits in and out of each other in a fidgetting gesture. "I wouldn't presume to put my happiness above the well being of a child." Which seems contradictory to previous points of their conversation where it seems she's still debating carrying to term. "So what happens then?"

"So right now, you remain on active duty if that's your choice. There's no medical reason for you to go inactive," Zaharis nods. "If you're recommended for bedrest due to the exhaustion and nausea, you can do so in your own berth. You're exempt from normal PT, but Craven and I will put together a recommended modified schedule, since the notion that a pregnant woman should do nothing but sit about is silly." He smiles a little. "I'll also give you an occupational hazard guideline. Chemicals that need to be avoided, dietary guideline, that fun stuff."

Eve gives a nod. "I've already started walking on the treadmill in moderation. Just because my belly is going to get fat doesn't mean my hind side needs to as well. My concern then, falls with what happens after the child is born. Will I then be stationed on the Carina? I'm fortunate in the fact that I have a profession that is not restricted by place, but the Genesis is my home. I effect, I'll be giving up one family for another."

"As of right now there's nowhere to 'station' on the Carina, per se," Zaharis picks up a pen, rolling it between his fingers. "Standard military maternity leave after a birth is 45 days. I mentioned they're proposing building a specific area for shore-based work, but I can't tell you when it will be finished…I'm really hoping it'll be by the time you're ready to go back to work. Regardless, if by that time your situation is that you don't have anyone to look after the child but yourself…it's going to come down to a decision from you on what you do."

Eve gives a nod, though its clear she's not sure what decision she could make at that point. "Thank you, sir. You've been most helpful. I'm sorry this compromised your medical staff, it certainly wasn't my intent. Well, I think its safe to say, that none of this was my intent. But." A smile, if brief.

Zaharis smiles as well. "I think you'll find that more people around you than you know understand how life changing it is. There's a lot of negativity about things like this…questions of why you weren't more careful, why did you do this, why didn't you do that. And some issues are valid but the fact is that the most important thing right now is dealing with the situation as it is. Not like someone else thinks it should be."

Eve smirks a bit about the valid questions. Certainly all of them have been running through her head, and no doubt Micah's. "The situation is I'm a thirty one year old Lieutenant in the Colonial Military who has turned up pregnant. The father is a fatalistic brig rat, who is either going to wise up and run away, or grow up faster than he should. I have no doubts which the money will be put on, when the betting starts up in the lounge. But it turns out I have friends, so I might just be okay in the end."

"Being a single parent isn't an automatic anything," Zaharis nods slightly. "Some single-parent households turn out far better than two-parent ones. And some don't." He sounds like he might be speaking from something more than census statistics. "It sounds like you've recognised that the important part is not to try and do it completely alone."

Eve gives a bit of a laugh, sounding nervous. "If I'm left to my own devices, the child will be running around naked, hungry, and gnawing on furniture. I've never so much as had to change a diaper, and I was an only child, so…I'm going to be buddying up with Major Zimmerman in short order, and maybe asking the CAG if I can take her child for a test run on weekends."

Zaharis makes a soft 'psht' sound. "I have more faith in you than that. It's…difficult. But it's do-able." He pauses, thinking. "It would probably do well for you right now to start collecting supplies. Being serious for a moment, you know things are very limited. They'll be even moreso by the time you give birth."

Eve hadn't…thought about that in the slightest. That's clear. Her face falls into her palms, "Gods, what am I doing…" She mutters. "Bottles. Diapers. Where the hell would I put a crib? Clothes." Worry worry.

Realism, it's a bitch. Zaharis rubs his fingertips against his chin. "Do you know anyone living on the Carina that might be able to store things for you, for now?"

Eve shakes her head. "I've been down there maybe two or three occasions. Beyond learning the name of a bartender, there really hasn't been much time."

Zaharis hmms. Thinking, thinking. "Would you mind if I stepped out of professional and meddled personally for a minute or two?"

Eve gives a smile, its slow in forming but its genuine. "I've sort of been hoping at some point you would, in all honesty…"

Zaharis smirks. "Sorry, the game face is a habit." He pulls his desk drawer open and pulls a sheaf of paper, and a pen. A wireless number is jotted on it. "This is the number for Dr. Adele Pike. She works in the civilian offices with the JAG liaisons, heading up the education program they want to start over there for the children. Very well connected, might be able to help you figure out some options. Plus she's my girlfriend, so when I put in good words for people, she listens. Mostly." He smirks, pushing the paper over. "I'll let her know you might call."

Eve takes the page, her smile resting genuinely on her features now, not tentatively. "That's just about the nicest damned thing anyone's done for me in a long time, Jesse…" She eyes the number, but clearly isn't going to merely memorize it. The paper is folded and slipped into a pocket gingerly. "Don't worry. I won't let it get out that you've got yourself a soft spot." Or a girl. That's news to Evelyn, but then again, they really haven't gotten into much more nitty and gritty in his *ahem* suggested counselling sessions. "Thank you." She's shifting to her feet then, apparently going to leave him to his daunting task of their new thousands of souls he might now have to coordinate the medical care of.

"You're welcome." Zaharis rolls the pen between his fingers, letting a second go by before he adds to pause her, "There's just one more thing."

Uh-oh. That's how they get you. Lull you into a false sense of security and then WHAM! "Yes, sir?" Evelyn asks, a bit tentatively.

"If you are still considering terminating," Zaharis says, resting the end of the pen on his desk. "This is the last week we can do it by pill. After that you'll then have five more weeks where we can do an aspiration procedure. After those five weeks, the risks to your health with any procedure rise significantly. You need to be aware of that."

Eve quirks a brow at that. "Just a pill, huh? Thank you, doctor. I'll keep that in mind." Her breath is released, and it comes as a sigh. She's reaching for the door latch, unless there's anything else.

"Okay. I'll get those guidelines over to you. Maybe I'll see you over on the Carina if you talk to Dr. Pike." Zaharis offers her a smile and reaches for the report he'd been working on before.

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