Mary couldn't imagine being a mother, much less a mother to a near clone of herself. A vial might solve this, make the child go away, but just thinking about that made her sick and she realized that she had a mother's instincts. She could not harm a child...not this innocent little girl who had just been born into the world. It was not her fault the vials did this. Maybe it was a blessing. Mary had thought about having a child eventually. But with work, a baby would be too hard to handle.
"There's got to be a solution in here somewhere." She thought looking through the vials. She found some that were marked with various numbers that denoted ages. "Lets see...21 she'd be grown up and independent, but I dont know if having a grown daughter would make sense. 16 ...no I dont want to deal with a teenager. Ah...what about this?" She held up a vial with 6 on it. "Six years old, first grade. You'd be old enough to be out of my hair during the day and I could love and take care of you after work."
She uncorked the vial and found a little nipple inside just for this purpose and offered it to the baby. "Drink up, baby Anna." She said, naming the child. The little girl started suckling the vial draining the liquid. Mary then laid her out on the bed. "Now I have to find a vial to help me. I don't know the first thing about having a child, and there's all the other things like a room, clothes and stuff. I wonder if one of these would work."
As she was browsing, the child was growing on the bed, her hair was starting to come in, the same exact hue as Mary's own. She was still asleep, but looked to be just about 8 months old now.
Mary chuckled. "You'll be in the terrible twos in no time..."