Adventures in Parenting

A Day Alone

Disclaimer: I own no one except Avery and Lynsey!

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"Does this ever get easier?" Trish asked, glancing over to Amy Reso, her best friend. "I really miss Avery!" Amy chuckled, reaching over and squeezing her best friend's hand.

"The first time I went out without Damien, I thought my world was coming to an end. I missed my Little Guy so much. Then, I realized a little alone time was good," Amy replied. That morning, Amy had pulled her out for a manicure and a pedicure. Trish had been reluctant to leave the baby, but Amy had convinced her a few hours alone would be wonders to her mental health. "How's Lynsey taking to Avery?"

"She hates her! If it wasn't for me and Randy keeping an eye on them together, Lynsey would hurt the baby every chance she got!" Trish said. "This is Avery's first time taking the bottle. Do you think she'll be okay?"

"I'm sure she'll be fine. If you don't want her having a bottle, we can drop by before we get lunch. We could even take her with us. Anything to make you more comfortable," Amy said. Trish nodded.

The next half hour flew by. Trish hated to admit it, but she had needed the manicure and the pedicure. She felt great, much better than she had been feeling. Being pampered had really helped her self-esteem, if only for an afternoon.

When they stopped at Trish's house, they found it in shambles. Avery was wailing...LOUDLY. Lynsey was screeching, bleeding profusely from a cut on the side of her leg. Randy was on the phone, probably trying to talk to the pediatrician or possibly Stacy.

"What happened?" Trish asked, picking up Avery. The baby still howled. Randy put up a finger, as if saying 'hold on'. "Amy, you may want to leave without me. I'm obviously needed here," Amy looked at her.

"Let's figure out what's going on here, and if worst comes to worst, I'll grab Damien and come with," Amy said. Trish nodded, sitting down. She managed to undue her shirt and get Avery latched on. She glanced up, Amy placing the nursing pillow down.

Randy hung up, and turned to Trish. He sighed, seeming flustered.

"Lynsey, we're going to the hospital," he said, causing the little girl to scream louder. "I was changing the baby in the bedroom. Lynsey came downstairs and somehow managed to unhook the latch on the knife drawer. She decided to play with a knife and accidentally cut herself. The doctor wants to look at it. It might need s-t-i-t-c-h-e-s," Trish groaned. Leave it to Lynsey to play with a knife and accidentally cut herself.

"I'm coming," Trish said. She looked at Amy. "Coming with?" Amy nodded.

"Sure. Why don't we take Avery's carseat out of the SUV, throw it in my van, stop at home, get Damien, and meet them at the hospital?" Amy asked. Trish nodded. That seemed okay. She glanced at Randy. He nodded. Amy ran out to the SUV.

"Did you call Stacy?" Trish asked. She may not have liked her, but she knew Stacy should know that Lynsey had gotten hurt.

"I'll do that, once we get Lynsey taken care of," he said. Trish gently unlatched Avery. The baby glanced up, furious at having her meal interrupted.

"Sorry, Babe. I promise you can finish in twenty minutes," Trish murmured. Avery began to wail. Trish gently strapped her into the carrier. Picking it up by the handle, she grabbed the full diaper bag.

"You okay?" Amy asked, glancing at the screaming baby. Trish nodded.

"I had to delatch her. I guess she's still hungry," she replied, attaching the carrier to the holster. She got into the front seat.

As they drove, Trish couldn't help but wonder how she would survive the rest of the month with Lynsey.

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Not much of an author's note. I apologize for it being so short. I was busy today!ENJOY!
-Jen