In the Fall of 2000, Denver’s Lisa and Jack Nash genetically engineered a baby in an effort to save their dying little girl. Pastors and pundits said it was the first step down a stem-cell-paved road to Hell. Five years later, the Nashes give us an exclusive look at Heaven.
"Here Are Your Babies"
On August 29, 2000, 56 hours after inducing Lisa, an obstetrician swiped a scalpel across Lisa's midsection, reached in, and lifted the head of a beautiful baby boy. A proud, primal howl of a healthy newborn filled the room.
Nurses worked in unison, clipping the umbilical cord, checking vitals, washing and wrapping the baby in a white blanket with pink and blue stripes. The air was thick with celebration and urgency.
Lisa's placenta was gathered and placed upside down in a sling with the limp umbilical cord hanging down, and the blood slowly trickled into a blood-bank bag. Dr. Buck, flanked by a representative of the Bonfils Blood Center, milked the placenta as though he were draining a flask of the finest wine. He retrieved a half-liter-half a soda bottle's worth.
"Does someone have the cord blood?" Lisa shouted, straining to see. "Does someone have the goddamn cord blood?" Buck turned to Lisa, holding in his arms her newborn son and the bag of blood. "Here are your babies," he said resting them both on her chest.
In the midst of the organized chaos, time slowed. Jack and Lisa looked from their baby to the bag of fluid. In an instant, the cord blood was lifted from Lisa's chest. It had to be packaged for transport. Jack's dad would hand-deliver the precious cargo to Dr. Wagner, who would perform the transplant in Minnesota.