[ WP ] One day you die just as your daughter is about to go into labor . Then you are reincarnated as your own grandchild .

`` LET ME IN! SHE'S *MY* DAUGHTER!'' the woman shrieked as she hurtled down the ward, impatiently kicking aside the ward doors, upsetting a gurney, and flinging herself at the two nurses standing watch by the door. 
 
 `` Ma'am, we are n't allowed to let you in right now. Only Dr. Patel and the patient's husband are authorized to be with her. So if your name is n't Vidhya Patel, or Louis Jones, please go back to the waiting area, and we will call you once the baby is born!'' 
 
 Miranda screamed in frustration, and desperation. `` But you do n't *understand, *'' she whined, `` she's my *daughter* and as her *mother* I have the right to see her!'' 
 
 `` I'm very sorry, ma'am.'' replied the nurse, trying very hard not to pull back and slap the bitch where she stood. `` We've been over this before. What happened to Damien, you know, from Security? He was supposed to be keeping you company in reception.'' 
 
 `` He just walked out. I do n't know where he went. But that's besides the point. LET ME SEE MY DAUGHTER! She *needs* me!'' In reality, she'd told Damien there was a small fire in the women's restroom, but she knew it would n't keep him away long. But the nurses did n't have to know that. 
 
 `` Look, lady,'' said the other nurse in a tone that would have clearly communicated a low tolerance for bullshit to any sane human being, `` you're not going to see the inside of that room until there's a goddamn baby. I can see why your daughter told us not to let you in. No wonder you trigger her anxiety! Go back to the lobby and sit down or I will call the police this time. Not Security.'' It was always sad when someone with an undiagnosed mental illness was taken to jail, but neither nurse had that much sympathy on this occasion. 
 
 `` She really said that?'' whimpered the woman. `` Why does n't she want me to hold her hand? The pain must be confusing her! I gave birth to her, and since I did, I have the *right* to be there when my grandbaby is born! It's MY GRANDBABY. I should have you both fired! I can do that, you know! I'm friends with a powerful hospital administrator! Now LET ME IN! `` 
 
 `` Ma'am, we're calling the police. She does n't want you in the ward. Go back to reception and sit down, or we will make sure they hold you in jail overnight.'' The first nurse was beginning to lose her professionalism as well, but it was acceptable at this point. The police were on the way. The building officer would be in the ward in seconds. 
 
 `` WHY WO N'T YOU LET ME SEE MY DAUGHTER?'' 
 
 The woman charged the nurses, fists raised, eyes murderous, just as the officer turned the corner into the ward. He saw a flash of movement, and instinctively reached for his Taser. The electrode hit its target, and the woman's body braced as it absorbed the shock. She crumpled to the floor, and in less than a second, it was over. 
 
 One of the nurses checked for a pulse. There was n't one. The other started chest compressions, but with no success. 
 
 DR CART? DR CART TO THE MATERNITY WARD, FLOOR 6, HALL E! 
 
 The loudspeaker blared the code for cardiac arrest, just as the baby collapsed, exhausted, into a pool of amniotic fluid and blood that had already begun to form in Dr. Patel's waiting hands. Within seconds, the baby began to shriek, strengthening her lungs, making her first demand. Marcie was shaking from the effort, but before she collapsed into sleep she hoped would last for days, she wanted to see her baby. Louis wrapped the slimy, protesting baby in a clean towel, and handed her to Marcie. It was almost too good to be true, she marveled. 
 
 Dr. Patel stepped back into the room, wearing a more somber face. `` Congratulations! I have some news for you, though, if you feel up to hearing it. We've run some tests, and your baby is perfectly healthy. However, I'm so sorry, but your mother was involved in an... altercation... outside, and she has passed away. If there's anything I can do to make this time easier for both of you, please do n't hesitate to let me know. `` 
 
 Marcie tried hard to feel anything but relief. She breathed out a sigh that she hoped Dr. Patel would interpret as sadness or exhaustion. 
 
 Louis bent down to wipe a stray gob of fluid from his baby's exposed shoulder blade. When it failed to yield to the lightest touch of his washcloth, Louis recoiled in horror. 
 `` Marcie? There's something you should see. Turn the baby over.'' 
 On the back of their new, precious daughter was a kidney-shaped birthmark, identical in size, placement, and color to the one that Marcie's mother made her conceal with makeup whenever she wanted to wear sundresses. 
 
 Suddenly, the mewling baby's cries were no longer benign. They became hateful, demanding: the baby was calling for attention, demanding to be loved and adored before anyone or anything else. 
 
 *She's won, * thought Marcie, *but I suppose she was always a child. Maybe this time around, she'll outgrow it. *
