"Look Sophie, this is your new home." I spoke softly not to hurt her ears.
I couldn't tell if she was sleeping or not, as her eyes were mostly always closed. Alysa said bright colors or lights and loud noises could easily overwhelm her.
I closed the door behind me, staring at the empty house.
I walked to my bedroom and placed her carefully on my bed, i dimmed the lights, closing the windows and turning off the lights, only leaving the lamp on.
I started pumping some milk out while I kept an eye on the baby that didn't seem to move.
Sophie opened her eyes for a moment, looking at me, and then at everything around her, then her chin started trembling and soon enough, she was blubbering and squirming her tiny body around.
"No, no" I put one hand on her stomach, "Mommy's done here, I see." I picked her up and put the milk inside a bottle. It was warm, but not too hot. "Sophie, wait a second, I'm trying to do this as fast as I can." I was already noticing that Sophie wasn't going to be the same angel that Clarissa was.
I headed back to my bedroom and sat in a comfortable position for me and for Sophie and placed her gently on my arm, feeding her with the other. She continued crying at first but then she quieted down, as I started singing a soft lullaby. I was never too good at singing but both my daughters seemed to like my voice.
I just wanted her to be a little bigger, three pounds is so small. And I wish she'd open her eyes, those big blue eyes. She was drinking rather quickly, which was good.
Chris soon arrived with Clarissa at home.
"You see, your sister is very small, she isn't strong yet. So make sure to speak softly next to her, okay?" Chris tried explaining to Clarissa.
I heard their footsteps getting closer to us. He opened the door and picked Clarissa up.
"How's our little girl doing?" He spoke softly and sat down next to me.
"Crying a lot." I told him, as I still held the bottle so she could drink.
Clarissa crawled next to me and stared at Sophie. She looked and looked and hugged my arm.
"Aw, my baby's been crying?" Chris asked.
Clarissa frowned.
"Whats wrong, Clarissa?" I asked her, noticing her discomfort.
She didn't say anything.
"She's been drinking the milk just fine." As soon as I said that she spit up quite a lot of milk. "Uh… Chris, grab me a towel or something." I tried not moving so the milk all over me wouldn't leak to the bed.
Chris ran to the bathroom and then helped me clean my shirt. Clarissa just watched from the edge of the bed, I was afraid she'd get jealous of her sister. She was so used to having everyone just giving her attention.
Clarissa lost interest quickly and went to her bedroom, Chris peeked to see if she was doing anything she wasn't supposed to be doing.
I caressed Sophie's hair, and she started coughing and fighting to keep her breath stable. I didn't know what to do, but her face started to redden up, she gave one last cough, spit up a bit more of milk and then managed to stabilize her breathing. My heart calmed down, her face started getting back to normal.
"Aw baby"I gently patted her back, "I'm sorry, I wish I could've kept you inside for longer." She gave a long meaningful sigh and then relaxed herself.
"Oops" Chris wiped more of the milk from my boobs and blouse. He got comfortable and lied beside me, "I don't think we are having sex for a long time." He sighed.
"We are but…not the loud kind." I told him, remembering the moments in our honeymoon, where I could scream my lungs out during sex.
He laughed, "You can't stay quiet, I'm too big." He kissed my cheek.
"Stop" I laughed and kissed him briefly, "You're making me horny." He kissed me back, "No, we have a baby to take care of."
"I know" He put his arm around me, "We have two babies to take care of, not one."
"Talking about it, Clarissa's birthday is this month. I can't believe she's going to be two, already." Time really flies.
Sophie yawned and then got back to sleeping. I put her in her crib with lots of care and lied right beside it, in case she stopped breathing.
"I better go check on Clarissa." I told Chris, "Keep an eye on Sophie."
I walked to Clarissa's room, to find her playing with her Teddy Bear on the ground.
"Hey honey" I sat beside her, "Hmmm…I think someone's needing a diaper change." I felt the gross odor in the air.
Changing diapers wasn't my favorite motherhood thing to do but it was necessary.
"No, you know what?" I looked at her, "Lets shower you first and then I'll put some fresh diapers on you and already put on pajamas and have dinner." I tried giving her lots of attention while Sophie was sleeping, because I knew that whenever Sophie was awake I had to be with her.
I turned on the water to a good temperature and she already knew to get under it. I washed her hair with baby shampoo and then conditioned it.
She giggled and pointed at the bubbles coming out of the soap.
"Those are bubbles." I told her.
She clapped her hands excitedly, smiling and showing me her little white pearls. "Bubs!"
"Bubbles." I told her, laughing.
"Bubs!" She shrieked excitedly when she saw them floating.
"Say bye bye to the bubbles, because now its time to get out of the shower." I told her gently, worrying about Sophie in the back of my mind.
She smiled at me and hugged my wet leg, "Bye bye bubs!"
I wrapped the towel around her and took her to her room, closing the window so she wouldn't get sick.
I put her on the changer, and applied cream to her bottom because she had a slight diaper rash. I moisturized her skin, and it amazed me how I never did that to myself but with my kids, I was applying moisturizer everyday. I had learned some baby massage from that book Bella gave me and Clarissa seemed to enjoy it, she relaxed a lot and calmed herself down, which was good since in a few hours it would be sleeping time.
I put her onesie pajama on her and combed her hair.
"There you go" I set her on the floor, "Nice and fresh." I kissed her cheek and she hugged my neck.
I walked to my bedroom, "How's she doing?"
"Lost her breath once and then got it back, poor baby, she panics when she looses her breath." He told me.
I swear, I wanted to cry. I felt a bit guilty, like it was my fault that she was born before time.
The night was pretty okay, we had soup for dinner, which Clarissa learned to like and I had to feed Sophie at every two-three hours. Well, everything was okay, until Sophie started crying her lungs out for some reason. We couldn't find out what she was stressing about, it wasn't hunger, it wasn't her diaper, we thought it was because of her breath. She kept losing control of her lungs quite often. Every time it happened she got it back in a few seconds, but I sure panicked, and she seemed to be very bothered by it, as she kept spitting up her milk.
"Shhh…" I kept telling her, trying to comfort her, but all I got in response was cries and screams. She was as red as a tomato.
The night was hell. I didn't get ONE minute of sleep. She cried so much, she ended up choking and lost her breath, and she threw up on our bed and on me. And I didn't even get to shower, because she would cry even louder when she was with Chris and he had to go stay with Clarissa, who had woken up because of Sophie's hysterical cries. I tried offering my newborn more milk, but she didn't seem to want that either. I started getting frustrated, I was her mother, how come not even I was being able to calm her down.
She kept losing her breath as she cried, and then cried more. By 6:00 am, I was hungry, extremely frustrated, sleepy, stinking baby vomit, and I still had a crying baby that just wouldn't quiet down.
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