Jesse's Story | By : cherylgebo Category: +M through R > MyCandyLove Views: 1361 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Bailey sighed as she sat down in the chair in the living room, running her finger through her hair and holding her head as she battled with the voices in her head. She had just put the kids down, and now she had time to fight her demons. Bailey felt her hands shake as she tried to bring them around to the front of her face, staring at them, trying to focus. She couldn't keep her thoughts in place, and as she turned her head towards the kitchen, she realized...it needed to be severely cleaned and organized.
Jesse awoke, hearing some banging and clanging in the kitchen, pushing himself up as he heard what sounded like the man, he called dad and his mother. Rubbing his eye, Jesse dragged his blanket off his bed, walking towards the door as he tugged his shirt back down, then cuddled up his blanket to his face, listening at the door.
"You don't need to be cleaning this late at night! You're keeping me awake!"
"Daniel, you know I can't help this! We're trying another medication and-"
"You're always trying a new medication! Maybe if you stay on one, it will work!"
"I'm trying! I can't help this! If I could have had this handled by now but I don't! At least I'm trying and working with my doctors!"
"Some doctors, they can’t even keep anyone safe from you!"
Jesse walked out of his room, holding his blanket and appearing behind Daniel, "Mama?"
Bailey glared at the man she married, put the cloth she was using down on the counter, walking past him to pick her son up, "Daniel, this conversation is done." She said, her voice wavering gas tears coursed down her cheeks, "Jesse needs me right now, if you have a problem with me trying to figure this out, as I have since Jesse was born.... then you are more than welcomed to stay at your mothers tonight!" With that Bailey stalked off, picking up her cell phone on the way to send a message to her mother, one of her only supports.
She sat with Jesse on his bed, holding him as he snuggled against her, looking up at her as she let the tears fall. Jesse snuggled up against her, slowly falling back to sleep. Bailey gently laid him back down, then went and checked on Emily. She gently pulled the blanket back up her daughter's body, keeping her warm in her little sleeper before going to her own room, seeing that Daniel probably had left. She locked the door, sliding down the wooden structure and allowing herself to cry freely as she curled up into a ball, wishing everything she didn't have to deal with this.
Victoria gently hugged Bailey while she wiped her eyes and let her mother lead her away. Jesse and Emily were too busy playing with Armin and Alexy to realize their mother had left. Bailey peered up at the sky, she just couldn't do this on her own anymore. Her mental health was suffering, her physical and emotional health was suffering, Daniel basically left them high and dry, and if her mother hadn't messaged her back, Bailey was sure the kids would have woken up motherless. She looked at the house her children would be staying in while she went and worked on herself the only way her and her doctor agreed to, checking into the mental hospital the next town over.
"Vicky..." Jesse reached up and pulled Victoria's arm while Arnold got lunch going, "Where's mama?"
Victoria sighed as she kneeled, and gently pulled him into a hug, "Your mama went to...a place where she can feel better."
"Mama sick?"
"Yes honey. Just...not with something that you and I can ever fully understand as we don’t know what she's going through, but she's doing it because she loves you and your sister."
Jesse pondered this for a moment, then nodded, and ran off to play with his friends and sister. Taking a deep breath, Victoria stood up, holding onto her elbows, and Arnold placed a hand on her shoulder, "They'll be ok. Bailey left everything that was needed, and we have the key to her home if we must get anything else. Plus, I don't think the kids’ father is coming back."
"Emily's. He's Emily's biological father. We dont' know who Jesse's father is."
"...From what I hear, that's a good thing." Victoria said, leaving Arnold with the four kids.
He sighed, looking from one, to the other, to the next and next.
Getting used to doing things without their mother, Jesse and Emily, for a while, felt alone, truly alone. Once they had realized that their mother wasn't coming back right off, they stuck together, but soon opened more to the couple who had them, and then their grandmother would visit. Jesse found himself trying new things all the time, new toys, food, clothing, even schooling. Course, when it was snack time, Jesse would come running.
"Snack!"
Emily happily sat on Arnold’s lap while she ate her rice snacks, chewing happily on them and looking around. Victoria was peeling oranges, putting the slices in bowls and handed them out. Jesse took his, having never tried the fruit that was the name of the color it appeared. He happily put one in his mouth, chewing. For a moment, it was delicious, but being three, he didn't tell Victoria how his lips and tongue tingled and itched, how his throat done the same. After he ate the entire bowl, he ran off to play, not once thinking how his fingers and mouth was feeling. He had knelt to look at an ant hill when Arnold looked up, noticing that Jesse's chin, mouth and his throat was appearing red.
"Hey! Jesse! You, ok?" He asked, making Victoria look up, taking notice of the three-year-old.
Jesse looked over but found himself unable to talk. He felt his throat swell, unable to fully breath. A rattle came from his throat, and he fell over, Arnold ran across the yard, grabbing the three-year-old.
"Victoria! Call 112!" He yelled, cradling the now passed out child.
Victoria got up, running into the house and dialing the number.
"Looks like a severe allergic reaction." The doctor said, removing his glasses and walking next to Arnold, "Anaphylactic shock. You said he was eating an orange prior to the attack?"
"Yes!"
"Have you ever given him anything with citrus in it?"
"No...and it wasn't on the list of stuff his mother would give him to eat."
"Yeah...we're running a test now, but I'm honestly expecting it to come back that he's severely allergic to citrus."
Arnold sighed, "Ok. Now...how do I go about alerting his mother of this?"
The doctor put his hand on his shoulder, "Let me be clear as I can be, without breaking HIPPA. I know his mother. I know her well. Let me oversee that aspect of it. I am, if these results come back positive, going to have a EpiPen prescribed to Jesse. I will have it so that they give you up to about...one or two. This way, his daycare has one, and you have one. I also suggest, when Jesse is old enough, that he is taught how to use it. Cause there may be a day he has to. Also, any of his friends should know, along with his sister. Course this is years into the future."
Arnold nodded and took a deep breath. It had scared him when n they arrived, trying to get the three-year-old to breathe again. He stopped walking with the doctor, then returned to Jesse's room. The toddler was in a crib of sorts, sleeping. He had an oxygen mask on his father, his semi long black hair pulled back into a braid and a pan for vomiting next to him. The little guy was comfortable as he snuggled up with his blanket. Victoria had stayed behind with the twins and Emily and was waiting for a call. Arnold sat next to him, and hours later, left with a prescription for a EpiPen, and the knowledge of what to do in case this happened again, and now knowing the fact that Jesse was allergic to citrus in general.
Bailey read the papers that her doctor faxed over, sitting in her room. She sat on the chair cross legged while a nurse went through her room.
"You're doing well with this Bailey, move people get angry when the doors aren't complete, or the chair is heavy weighted. What's that you got there?"
"Apparently my son is allergic to citrus."
"Oh lord. My nephew is. We found out the hard way."
"Just did with Jesse."
"Is that his name? Nice. How old is he?"
"He is three."
"Three! That's quite young to be dealing with that. Is he ok?"
"Yeah, he just needs an EpiPen."
The nurse nodded, and smiled, she went over and sat with the young mother for a little bit.
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