Chapter 12

Mary quickly jumped out of bed, making her way into the nursery. She grabbed Miley, who was screaming loudly. She rocked her back and forth, glancing at the three other babies in the room, who were still sleeping. Since they had hit three months, they had been excellent sleepers, but tonight Samantha had been cranky. This was the eighth time she had woken up, and now it was morning. Mary knew it wouldn't be long before the other babies would wake up. She continuously rocked her back and forth, unable to calm her down. "What's wrong with her?"

"I don't know. Something must be bothering her. She's usually so happy all the time." The singing of the other babies attacked her ears.

"Well…it's seven thirty, she's probably hungry now." Joey took her from Mary's arms, rocking her back and forth, as the four babies in the other room began to sing at different times.

"I'll go put the bottles in the warmer. I'll be back in few minutes."

"I'll bring them down stairs." Joey suggested, still struggling to calm down his daughter.

"Okay. I'll take some down too that way you don't have to make another trip. She grabbed Samantha from Joey's arms, before taking Sophia, Samantha, and Linda Kate. Joey made his way into the other nursery, grabbing Tommy, Anthony, Izzie, and Emma, before following his wife downstairs. They settled the in their seats, except for Miley, who was being rocked in Joey's arms.

"Babe, maybe it's her teething?"

"I don't know. They've been teething, but none of them have ever cried like this since they were a month. She hasn't woken us up in two months and even when their teeth are bothering them, they usually sleep through the night." She called back from the kitchen, putting the other four bottles in the bottle warmer.

"Well maybe you should call the doctor."

"After she eats, I'm going to take her temperature." Mary walked into the kitchen, huddling eight bottles in her arms. They managed to feed them within a half-hour. Mary then took out her baby thermometer, before taking Miley's temperature. "101."

Joey cringed at the high fever, fear instantly hitting his body. "I'll call the doctor. She's still screaming."

"I'm going to take her, Izzie, Emma, and Tommy up to go change. Sometimes that make them happy." Mary grabbed the three other babies, making her way upstairs. She placed three of them in their swings, before placing Miley on the changing table. "What's the matter baby? What should you wear today? How about a cute little dress?"

Miley's crying settled a bit, as she watched her Mother pull six strawberry printed, spring dresses. She gently slipped it on Miley, after changing her diaper. "How cute you look! If only you'd stop crying." She slid her in her swing, before getting Izzie and Emma ready in matching dresses. She then dressed Tommy in a green and blue striped onesie with a frog, which read Hoppy on it. "Okay, lets go back downstairs."

It had been another fifteen minutes after Mary had dressed the other girls in matching dresses and Anthony in a matching outfit with Tommy. And now Miley was beginning to wheeze. "Joey, I think she's having trouble breathing. Call and ambulance!"

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