"Sure, Molly-girl. What time is the appointment?"
"Two o'clock. I hope Healer Sedgewick can tell us what's wrong."
"So do I, Mol. I hate seeing you so tired"
When Arthur came home that afternoon, he announced that Charlie had colic and that they probably wouldn't be getting any sleep for awhile.
"Molly, Charlie's up." Arthur said, rolling over in bed to wake up his wife, but he saw that she was already up.
He got out of bed and went into the nursery, to see if she needed help, as they had been napping, the only time they seemed to get any sleep.
"Arthur, will you see if he'll settle down for you?" Molly asked, seeing her husband enter the nursery.
"Sure, Mol. How long have you been up with him?" Arthur asked.
"I think it's going on three hours now. Arthur, I can't keep doing this. I'm so tired and worn out, and I've been short-tempered with Billy lately." She replied, handing the wailing infant to his father as tears sprung to her eyes.
"Molly, go back to bed, I'll take care of him."
"I can't. He's due for another feeding in an hour."
"Mol, at least go lay down. I'll bring him in to you in awhile for his feeding." Molly smiled gratefully at her husband, as she left the nursery, wanting very much to go back to her nap. She checked on Billy, who was napping peacefully in his room, and sunk happily into her and Arthur's bed.