They named the baby Charlotte for her father. Though Ellen did her best, she didn’t bond with the little girl as she had her two boys, rarely changing or bathing her. In addition to her concerns about her daughter, she suffered from baby-blues, as post-partum depression was known then. Her own mother, Geneva, came to stay for a few days and recognized Charlotte’s ambiguous genitalia immediately, having given birth to four girls. Ellen was appalled when Geneva expressed her concerns.
“Charles said he had to a little growth off her bottom, but she’s fine now. He said if she has any trouble when she gets older, we will take her to a specialist then. Charles doesn’t ever want her to know. I can’t talk any more about it, it gets me so upset.” Ellen broke off crying.
“Ellen, this might be more than that. My cousin, Jean……….” Ellen cut her mother off sharply.
“Now, Mother. Charles is a doctor. He says there’s no need borrowing trouble. He’s not going to like it if we discuss this any more. Please don’t mention Jean ever again, especially to Charles.” Ellen was clearly agitated at the mention of Jean.
“Ellen, I am not about to go around telling your business, but I am going to talk to Charles about this. There might be a specialist she can see now. If money is a problem…………….”
“Mother, please stay out of this. Money is definitely NOT a problem. Don’t you think Charles would move Heaven and Earth if he thought she needed to see another doctor? How could you bring Jean up to me? My head is just throbbing. You and Cora will just have to manage while I rest. Please tell Charles I am going to take something for my headache and will see him when I get up.”
“Cora, I need you to bring up my tonic and pull the curtains for me. I feel like I am dying of headache. Dust a little talcum on my sheets and bring me that silk throw before you go. You have to take the baby downstairs and keep the boys quiet. Maybe you can take the baby out in the carriage and walk the boys over to play with Mrs. Barnes boys, but don’t let anybody else change her. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Miz Evans. I knows how to take care of things. You git some rest.” Cora hurried to get out of the room. She’d seen lots of headaches and tonic since little Charlotte was born.