It was pitch black out, and storming. Abbey my 11 month old was crying and wouldn't stop. One because she was scared of storms. Reason two was also because I was out of formula, and that's how Abbey went to bed at night, with her baba (bottle). So of course here I am now in my car with Abbey, driving to an old run down grocery store to buy formula. She wouldn't stop fussing either, I think she was getting a rash. I made a mental list of what I needed. Diapers, formula, baby food, rash cream. I parked, got a cart and stuck Abbey in it and we headed in to the store to the baby isle. We passed the blankets and stuffed animals and Abbey was reaching for them. That was typical Abbey always wanting it all. I grabbed a blanket, teddy pack. She didn't want that one so she kept whining. Finally after the third one I picked up she pointed at it and screamed. It was a ducky stuffed animal with a matching ducky blanket. It was $29.99 but she was worth every penny.
I got the rest of the stuff I needed, and left for home. I opened the blanket up in the car and covered her up and she was out in a second. The grocery store was about 20 minutes away from my house. When I got home Abbey was still sleeping. So I left her in the car seat and stuck a baba on her lap. The warmness of her baba woke her up. She started to cry until she seen it and grabbed it. I picked her up and put her in her crib with her new blanket and stuffed animal.
I was exhausted. High school was well high school. I graduated 6 months early so I could get a job to support Abbey and I. I worked as a cashier for Tom's Market. I woke up at five a.m to start my day. Abbey woke up three times that night. By the time I got up to start my day Abbey was wide awake just sitting there. She was talking baby talk with her stuff animals. I tried to rock her back to sleep, but her rash was keeping her up. I took off her and put on her cream leaving her in her diaper. I then wrapped her up in her blankey because it was winter out. I got dressed and then we were out the door. I knew Abbey would be tired and would sleep all day, at daycare. My poor baby I hated to see her sick.
"Hi Marisa, Abbey isn't feeling good at all, she'll probally need to sleep the whole day. She has a rash on her stomach, don't dress her, and just wrap her in her blanket."
"Aww, poor baby girl!"
"Thanks Marisa!"
On my way to work I couldn't stop worrying about my Abbey. I would probably take her to a doctors if she didn't get better. My eight hour shift was boring. Afterwards I needed to pick some stuff up. Like diapers, bread, milk, eggs, coffee, and baby food. When I went to go pick up Abbey, my car broke down. Great! The daycare closed at four, and it was already three-thirty. There was no way I would make it. I called a tow company to come and get my car. I walked down to the closest bus station to take a ride to the daycare. I got there with ten minutes to spare.
"Hi Marisa, sorry I'm late, my car broke down, and I had to take the bus, its been a busy day."
"Raini it's ok. Abbey has been fussing all day. She's exhausted, and hasn't been able to sleep."
After that I got my car, and got to the towns pediatrician. I signed in. The doctors wasn't very packed. I shifted Abbey into my left arm. Boy oh boy was she was getting bigger. "Mrs. Lays" I walked to the open door. The nurse took us to the back to the weighing station. "She weighs 24.2 pounds. She has a fever of 103.2. I'll prescribe some crème, keep her at home for 5-7 days."
Gosh, what was I going to do? I was going to have to call in to work tomorrow to let them know my baby was sick. Afterwards I paid and went to Walgreens to pick up the cream. Of course we passed more animals and blankets. "Mama waawa kjwkdjskskjsieu." Yes, Abbey wanted more animals. When I passed them she cried, and cried. Great, I didn't know when my own daughter was sick, and now I was a bad mom for not buying her more things. So of course I grabbed the fish one and her face lit up. I made my way back to the pharmacy. A nice older woman assisted me, and helped me check out. I got in the car and put Abbey into the back, with her fish. More baby talk escaped her lips. I could wait for her to start talking and walking.
I went home and put the cream on her chest. She started to fuss, and turn away from it. I made sure I put her onsie on that had the mittens attached to the outfit, so she couldn't scratch me stomach. I was going to give her a bottle and rock her to sleep tonight, so I know she wouldn't try to take her clothes off. As I got into my pajamas, Abbey started to cry. I picked her up and tried to calm her, tried to give her a baba, she just spit it out. Tried to give her a pacifier but she spit it out to. I rocked her back in fourth in my arms on the rocker. After about 3 hours of dealing with little miss Abbey, she finally closed her eyes for more than a second. I tried to set her down but when I did her eye lids popped open and I was staring at her green eyes. Great! I waited for the dreaded wail. It came. I left her in the crib for about 5 minutes, that's when I couldn't handle it anymore. That's when I realized she would be sleeping in my arms the whole night.