AN: I'm back! Again, I'm so so sorry. Thank you for the lovely reviews. This chapter takes place the same day as chapter 2 as Etta continues to get even more sick. And now, on with the show!
Olivia's POV
After the triplets, Peter and I eat their breakfast Peter goes upstairs to get the three of them dressed. "Etta are you sure you don't want anything?" I ask my oldest daughter.
"No I'm not hungry," She tells me again. This makes me concerned. All four of my children have large and random appetites, similar to their missing grandfather Walter. Even when they get sick they never refuse a meal.
As the day goes on Etta gets sicker. while watching TV she vomits all over herself and the chair she is curled up on."Sorry mommy!" she cries.
"Ow Etta, it's not your fault," I tell her. "Peter! could you please give me a hand?" I yell. I run to the kitchen to grab some paper towels and cleaning supplies. When i return Peter is helping Etta up. Kaylinn and Kerin are behind him, wanting to see what all the fuss is about. Kaleb is closely inspecting a blanket covered in his older sister's vomit. I can see him working in a lab like Walter's one day. He is really interested in anything most people find gross, mind you that could just be because he is three. He reaches out to touch it. "Don't touch that!" I say a bit to sternly. His beautiful green eyes widen with shock. He bites his lip and he starts to cry. Then Etta starts crying.
"Mommy my tummy hurts!" She screams. Kaylinn grabs Kaleb's hand and pulls him back away from Etta, just as she vomits again. Peter tells the triplets to go play down stairs. They run off without another word, eager to get away from what even a three year old can tell is a very stressful scene. Peter rushes Etta to the bathroom to get her cleaned up. Once I am alone I sit in a clean chair and sigh. Eight years ago I could never have imagined that being a parent could be so much work.
After everything is cleaned up and Etta is settled on the couch with just about every blanket we own Peter and I decide to let the triplets open their gifts. I am glad to see that Kaleb has forgotten our earlier incident. For every birthday our kids have they get a new outfit and a toy. They of course couldn't care less about the cloths. Kaylinn got a pair of black leggings and a purple shirt with an alligator on in. When she opened it she did say "Oh, an aldigater," witch is the best response I've gotten yet. Kaleb got a new blue rain jacket, that he desperately needed, with matching rubber boots. Kerin got a green hoodie and a pair of jeans.
I let Etta chose the toys, as I don't really know anything about them. Kaleb got a play doctor kit. Kaylinn got a multi level doll house, which I think Etta just wanted, but Kaylinn was thrilled and she shares very nicely. Kerin got a play-doh set.
The rest of the evening was spent watching my children play with their new toys. Etta did vomit a few more times, but she did manage to make it to the toilet, which made it much better to handle. She continued to complain of pain in her right side, so around 10 we decided to take her to the ER. Peter stayed home with the little ones who were already in bed.
When we arrive at the hospital I carry my daughter into the ER. It brakes my heart to see her so sick. The waiting room is packed. This is going to be a long night.
AN: Hope you like it. Thank you so much for reading. It means so so much to me. I promise I will update much much more now. It has been a tough year for me, but things are better now. I love to write, and I will continue even if nobody choses to read it.