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I Love Them
| Please let her be asleep. Please let her be asleep. I chanted my prayers heavenward as I parked my car on the street. Poor baby Joy had been sick with a cold for two days now. I wasn't sure I could take another day of her constant crying. It broke my heart and made me want to climb the walls at the same time. All I wanted was a peaceful morning. "Waa! Waa!" I could hear Joy crying as I approached the front door. It didn't sound like she was doing any better. I entered and called, "Hello!" as I followed the sounds of her crying down the hall. "In here." I heard Kimberly, her mother, call from Joy's bedroom. Two-year-old Emma popped her head into the hall. "Joy's sick." "I can see that." I replied, as I scooped her into my arms and entered the room where Kimberly finished changing Joy's diaper. Emma giggled and wiggled her way down my body to the floor. "I'm watching cartoons." She announced, then dashed toward the family room. "Here." Kimberley placed a still crying Joy in my arms. "I hate to leave her, but I've got an early appointment." She kissed Joy, then went to the family room to hug Emma. "Have a good day!" I called as she finally dashed out the door. The morning proceeded with Joy crying each time I found it necessary to release her and tend to Emma. However, by mid-afternoon it no longer mattered whether I held her or not. Having fed her, changed her, and checked her temperature a dozen times, I was at my wit's end trying to console her. Taking a deep, calming breath, I reassessed her and saw that she was very tired but having trouble falling asleep due to her congestion. I turned on some classical music and began rocking Joy as she continued to cry. Nearly an hour later, Joy finally drifted off to sleep. I rose carefully from the rocker and tiptoed my way to her bedroom, where I lay her gently in her crib, and crept out the door, before shutting it silently behind me. Heaving a sigh of relief, I grabbed a packet of crayons and a pad of paper on my way back to the family room. "Emma. Want to color?" Emma nodded and climbed into her little chair by the coffee table. I placed the pad of paper onto the table and dumped out the jumbo crayons for Emma to choose from. She chose red and I chose purple. Sitting beside her, I drew a flower. Pointing to it, I asked, "What's that Emma?" No sooner had the words left my lips than the permeating sound of Joy's pitiful cries emerged from her bedroom. Jumping to my feet, I dashed down the hall and into her room. "What's the matter honey?" I questioned in a soothing voice as I lifted her from her crib. "You didn't sleep very long, did you?" I returned to the family room where Emma was still coloring. She looked up at me. "Joy's cwying." |
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