Demi's point of view
"She woke up this morning with a fever." I grab Lacey out of the car in her seat and push my cellphone further up on the shoulder towards my ear so that it doesn't fall. "I'm really scared that there's something wrong, mom. I gave her children's Motrin this morning and Dallas gave her more an hour ago. The fever isn't reducing."
"Did you schedule a doctor's visit for her? Dr. Parker is the best pediatrician in California." I can tell that my mom is in the middle of business work because I can hear her fax ringing in the background.
"Yes, she has an appointment at 3." I take Lacey out of her car seat and lay her down on the couch. She isn't acting like herself at all. She just lies there and rolls over on her side. Normally, she'd be up playing with her toys and watching the television.
"Do you need me to come?" My mom's the best. I know that she'd drop work at any time for me or Lacey. Family is my mom's first priority.
"No, I think that Dallas is coming with me. She wants to get a feel for Dr. Parker. She still hasn't found a pediatrician for the twins and they're due in 3 months." My sister Dallas is going to have twin boys soon. She's had a really rough pregnancy so far. She had extreme morning sickness up until her fourth month and then during her fifth month she was diagnosed with gestational diabetes. We're all praying that the boys are going to be born healthy. If my sister has sick babies, that will break her. She has grown so attached to them already. They are her whole world.
"Well alright then. Well I love you and Lacey very much. Let me know how everything goes okay, Demi?"
"Okay mom, love you too." I hang up my phone and kneel in front of Lacey. I just want my hyper, bouncing little baby back. Her face is extremely pale. I wonder if she has the stomach virus again.
"Do you want a snack baby or a late lunch?" I ask her as I run my fingers through her hair. I doubt she'll want to eat anything but I just want to double check. She doesn't coo or nod her head so I guess she's not hungry. Dallas said that she didn't eat very much at her house. Only a few bites of toast.
"Momma's gonna bring you to the doctor and get you all better okay?" I plant a kiss on her left cheek. She is burning up. I retreat into my bathroom and grab the thermometer out of the medicine cabinet. I want to see if her fever went up because she feels even hotter than earlier. I grab her up in my arms and wrestle with her to get the thermometer under her armpit. I don't even attempt to get it in her mouth. She wouldn't understand the concept of keeping it under the tongue. Besides, under the armpit is almost just as accurate.
I wish this thermometer would hurry up. Lacey won't stop struggling. A minute later I hear the beeping sound and I take the thermometer out from under her arm. It reads 104.7.
"Oh my god…" I grab Lacey up in my arms and buckle her into her carseat. I throw her "Strawberry Shortcake" blanket over her and grab her Nanu. I'm not waiting for this doctor's appointment. My baby needs to go to the hospital, now.
I buckle Lacey into the car and pull out my sleek, black iphone. I need to tell Dallas that I decided not to go to the doctor's appointment. I find her name in my cellphone and hit the call button. Dallas is always near her cellphone so she'll probably answer within a couple rings.
"What's up Demi?"
"I'm taking Lacey to the hospital." I get into my car and buckle myself in. "Her temperature spiked up to 104.7"
"That's not good…" There's a long pause. "That's not good at all… I'll meet you at the hospital okay Dems?"
"Thanks, you're the best. Love you." I hang up my cellphone and start the car. I'm really nervous that there's something very wrong with Lacey. She's taken two doses of children's Motrin today and yet her fever spiked almost four degrees. I hope that the hospital doctors can figure out what's wrong with her, and quick.
I pull up to the emergency room and fish around in my purse for a five to give to the valet driver.
"Thanks," I murmur as I grab Lacey out of the back. She is almost ghostly white. My poor little angel. I wish that I could just take the sickness for her and then she would get to be healthy. I grab her a pacifier out of her diaper bag and walk quickly into the emergency room entrance.
There aren't too many people here so hopefully they'll be able to take Lacey quick.
Lacey begins to whimper so I pop the pacifier into her mouth and rock her back and forth in my arms. As I'm rocking her I walk up to the front desk and wait patiently for them to address me.
The woman at the desk looks extremely bitchy. Her face is very sour looking. She doesn't even glance up at me when I walk up to the desk. She just sits there and plays on her cellphone. From what I can see, it looks like she's playing Candy Crush.
"Uhm, Excuse me." I snap at her. "I have a very sick child here. She needs treatment."
The woman glances up at me and rolls her eyes. "Everybody here needs treatment."
I'm getting really pissed off now. "Well maybe you should get off your cellphone and get them some help then."
"What's the matter with her?" The woman asks now. She must have realized that I was growing extremely frustrated.
"She's extremely pale and she has a 104.7 degree fever. I gave her a dose of children's motrin and then my sister gave her another one later on in the day. She also hasn't been acting like herself. She's very lethargic. Normally she's a very active baby. She loves to play with her toys and crawl around but today she's just been sluggish. She also won't eat anything."
The woman types things into her computer and then prints Lacey out a wrist band with her information on it and places it on her wrist. "They'll be with you very soon."
I take Lacey over and sit down on a couch far away from the other people. I don't want her leaving this hospital with more illnesses than she came in with. I snuggle her close to me and rock her slowly on my lap. I look up and see Dallas looking all around the room for me. When her eyes meet mine, she wobbles over to me. She is seriously so freaking big. I swear she's going to pop any day now.
"How is she?" Dallas asks as she extends her arms out to hold Lacey. I really don't want to let go of my baby but I reluctantly let Dallas hold her.
"Not so great… I'm really worried Dal." I nervously bite at my nails and tap my foot on the floor. "Hopefully they'll take her soon."
For the next few minutes, me and Dallas just sit in silence. Lacey doesn't make any noise except for a few whimpers every once in a while because she doesn't feel well. I can tell that Dallas is just as nervous as I am. She's normally very chatty.
"Lacey Cyrus?" A short, plump woman calls out. She scans the room and waits for someone to react.
Dallas hands Lacey to me so that she can get out of the chair. It takes Dallas a lot of effort to get out of chairs now. I place Lacey on my hip and tuck her purple pacifier into my Louis Vuitton purse.
I really hope that my baby is going to be okay.