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MidReal Story
Two Infants Two Dads One Dentist
Scenario:A warmly lit pediatric dental recovery room with pastel decor and soft natural sunlight filtering through blinds. A side-by-side double stroller is positioned in the center of the room. The left seat holds a sleepy infant, about 6 months old, dressed in soft pajamas with a plush toy resting on their lap. A pastel pacifier is clipped to the infant’s onesie, gently in use.
In the right seat sits a toddler girl, around 2.5 years old, sucking on a pink pacifier clipped to her shirt with a beaded strap. She looks slightly anxious but calm. Both children are buckled securely into their stroller harnesses.
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🧷 Scene Progression (Storyboard Style Highlights)
Panel 1: Setup
• Toddler is slowly unbuckled by a smiling nurse.
• Infant remains asleep, pacifier gently moving with their breath.
• Toddler is gently lifted and cradled in the nurse’s arms, pacifier still in her mouth, held with one hand.
Panel 2: Mask Preparation
• A second nurse kneels by the anesthesia machine, opening a drawer full of color-coded pediatric anesthesia masks in various sizes (infant, toddler, child, teen, adult).
• She selects a black-rimmed pediatric mask with black rebreather bag, large enough for a toddler.
• She holds it delicately and walks toward the toddler with care.
Panel 3: Mask Application
• The toddler is seated on the nurse’s lap.
• As the black mask nears her face, the toddler whimpers, tears forming, and pushes weakly.
• Nurse gently removes her pacifier, clips it to her shirt, and secures the black anesthesia mask over her nose and mouth.
• A soft mask harness is fitted, and the rebreather bag begins to pulse. The toddler’s arms fall limp. Her eyes slowly begin to droop.
Panel 4: Return to Stroller
• The sedated toddler is laid back into the stroller’s right seat and securely buckled.
• The pacifier remains clipped to her shirt.
• Her eyes are half-closed, breathing gently into the mask.
Panel 5: Infant Reacts
• The infant awakens, notices the mask on their sister, and reaches out curiously.
• Nurses smile; one retrieves a purple-rimmed pediatric mask with a matching purple rebreather bag, smaller in size.
• Infant resists slightly; nurse gently removes the pacifier (which remains clipped) and places the mask over their face.
Panel 6: Final Sedation
• Both children now sleep deeply in the stroller, side by side.
• Black and purple masks cover their faces.
• Rebreather bags inflate and deflate in soft rhythm.
• Nurses look on calmly, documenting vitals.
• The final frame shows a peaceful, sedated atmosphere with a secure, medical environment.
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Emily
She is a pediatric dentist, specializing in treating infants and children. She is caring, patient, and gentle. Emily navigates through her day at the office, interacting with both infants, Ava and Jackson. She handles the children with tender care, ensuring their comfort during their visits. Despite the challenges of working with young patients, Emily remains patient and composed. Her dedication to her work is evident as she strives to provide the best experience for her young patients.
Ava
She is a mother of a 6monthold infant named Ava. She is loving, anxious, and nurturing. Ava brings her infant daughter to the pediatric dentist for a routine visit while trying to manage her own anxiety. Her husband supports her during this challenging moment for their child. Ava's emotional state is tense as she watches her daughter go through the procedure. Her deepseated desire to protect her child is palpable, making each moment significant and emotionally charged.
Jackson
He is a 2yearold toddler and the older sibling in the family. He is energetic, curious, and playful. Jackson accompanies his mother to the pediatric dentist while bringing a pacifier and a toy rabbit. His energetic demeanor makes him curious about his sister's mask during the visit, distracting both nurses. His interaction with the medical staff reveals his innocence and naivety about the world around him. His presence adds a layer of complexity to his family’s situation.
The infant in the left seat of the double stroller is sleeping peacefully.
The pacifier, clipped to her onesie with a beaded strap, moves slightly with each breath.
The plush toy resting on her lap is almost as big as she is.
The little girl in the right seat is sucking on a pink pacifier with a matching beaded strap.
Her eyes are half closed, but she’s not quite asleep.
She looks anxious.
Both children are buckled into their seats.
The stroller is parked in the center of a small room, and warm light filters through the blinds.
The room has a soothing, calming atmosphere with pastel decorations and natural sunlight.
A smiling nurse enters and begins to unbuckle the toddler.
She talks softly as she works, explaining what she’s doing and speaking to the child in a gentle voice.
The toddler doesn’t seem to understand but doesn’t fight either.
As the nurse lifts her, the pacifier remains clipped to her shirt.
The black-rimmed pediatric mask is held at the ready by another smiling nurse.
The first nurse sits in one of the chairs, holding the toddler like a baby and cradling her in one arm.
The second nurse approaches with the mask and hesitates for a moment before speaking softly to the child.
"This is going to feel cold for just a second."
The toddler looks at her, seemingly unaware of what’s happening.
I watch as the child’s eyes lock onto her sister’s plush toy.
Her small hand stretches out, fingers grasping at the air.
Nurse Sarah adjusts her grip on the child, allowing her to lean forward just enough to grab the stuffed animal from her sleeping sister’s lap.
The toddler immediately hugs it against her chest, her pacifier bobbing faster with anxious sucks.
Nurse Kelly moves closer with the black mask, and I notice the toddler’s grip on the toy tightening.
Her knuckles whiten as the mask draws near.
When Kelly gently removes the pacifier, clipping it to the child’s shirt, the toddler buries her face in the plush toy's soft fur.
The room holds its breath as the mask descends, and the toddler's muffled whimper is the only sound.
I watch as Kelly gently presses the black mask against the toddler’s face, creating a seal.
The girl's eyes widen for a moment, and then they close.
The anesthetic is already starting to work.
Her grip on the toy loosens slightly as her muscles relax.
Sarah supports the toddler’s head while Kelly secures the elastic straps of the mask behind her ears.
The rebreather bag begins its rhythmic movement, expanding and contracting in time with the child’s breathing.
Within seconds, the toddler's eyelids grow heavy, and her breathing deepens and steadies.
Sarah carefully lifts her, toy still in hand, and places her back in the stroller.
The room exhales as the stroller rolls gently toward the door, leaving behind a quiet promise of healing.
I trail behind the stroller as Sarah guides it down the hallway, watching the rebreather bag's steady rhythm.
The toddler's plush toy starts slipping from her limp fingers, threatening to fall between the stroller and seat.
Without breaking stride, I reach forward and gently tuck the toy back into her arms, positioning it securely against her chest.
Her fingers instinctively curl around it, even in sleep.
The infant stirs slightly at my movement but remains peaceful.
Sarah steers the stroller into the recovery room, parking it near the window where natural light filters through the blinds.
I walk over to the window, noticing how the current angle of the blinds casts shadows across the toddler's face and mask.
The black rebreather bag continues its steady rhythm as I reach for the adjustment wand.
With careful movements, I rotate the blinds until warm rays illuminate her features more evenly.
The toddler's eyelids flutter slightly at the change in lighting, but the anesthesia keeps her deeply under.
Her toy remains secure in her grip as the sunlight highlights the gentle rise and fall of her chest.
"Do you think she'll remember any of this?" Sarah asks, her voice barely above a whisper.
"No," I reply softly, watching the sunlight dance across the room. "But she'll feel safe when she wakes up, and that's what matters."
I pull up a chair next to Sarah by the stroller, settling in to monitor the toddler's vitals.
When Sarah's hand trembles slightly as she documents the breathing rate, I reach over and steady it with my own.
The warmth of human contact seems to calm her nerves.
Together we observe the gentle rise and fall of the black rebreather bag, counting breaths in practiced silence.
The toddler stirs once, her fingers flexing around the toy, but remains deeply under.
Sarah glances at me, her eyes filled with a mix of gratitude and concern.
"Do you ever wonder if we make the right choices?" she asks, her voice tinged with vulnerability.
I nod, meeting her gaze. "Every day, but seeing them safe makes it worth the doubt."