The Night I Was Saved

Chapter Eleven

I'm staring into the pitch-black room, eyes wide open for what feels like hours which is probably closer to the truth than I think. It's not like I'm not tired, not at all. It feels as if I could sleep for days. Yet it's impossible because a certain little lady has decided not to sleep. And when she decided not to sleep, she decided that she isn't gonna let anyone else sleep either.

Daisy woke me around half-past twelve by crying which is not something new. I heard her a few times the previous night as well, but then she stopped crying quite fast.

I turn and take my phone from my nightstand, noting that it's almost four now. It means she has been going at it for three and a half hours, and I'm starting to get worried.

For the past two hours, I've been fighting the urge to follow the cries and ask Josephine if there is anything I can do. Hell, I want to know what's wrong with Daisy because her crying this long and hard can't be normal.

I know I shouldn't go to them. Josephine is her mother, and she probably knows what's wrong and how to fix it. I shouldn't interfere in this kind of stuff. If Josephine needs help, I'm sure she will ask for it.

But what if she doesn't because she doesn't want to wake me? I've been going back and forth like this, and it's annoying as hell. Especially because I think I know deep down that I will end up going to them anyway. It's just taking too long now, and Josephine doesn't seem to get her quiet on her own.

Not that I have any idea how to make her stop, but still. It's better than lying on my bed and doing nothing.

So, after my brain has finally stopped battling, I throw my comforter on the floor and step out of my bed. I then throw on trackies and a shirt, reminding myself that walking around in just my boxers is the past now. When I open the door, Daisy's cries become louder, and they are not coming from their bedroom as I expected they would, but from the living room.

I walk towards the sound, seeing soft light coming through the glass of the doors that lead to the living. When I'm standing in front of the closed doors, I see that Josephine is slowly walking around with Daisy in her arms. She is swaying her, yet Daisy doesn't seem to appreciate the effort. Her fists are clenched and thrown in the air, her face red because of the crying. There is such a force behind the cries, she has to be exhausted by now.

The only light that's illuminating the room comes from the Christmas tree, and although it isn't big, it lights enough. The ornaments are all shining because the light reflects in them, but Daisy's bauble is standing out above all others. It's because it's the biggest one in there, and because it's hanging in the center.

I open the door, making sure not to scare Josephine. Her head shoots up when she sees the movement in the corner of her eyes, and the moment her eyes meet mine, an apologetic expression covers her face while her eyes look at me in guilt.

"I'm so sorry," she says, her arms still swaying Daisy from left to right while she stands next to the couch. "I tried not to disturb you."

I shake my head and hold up my hands, letting her know that it's not a big deal. "It's okay. Why is she like this?"

Josephine shrugs while she shakes her head, her eyes casting down to look at Daisy. "I think she is having cramps. She is squirming and kicking with her legs. I've tried to feed her and I've given her a clean diaper, but nothing works."

I frown, not entirely sure that it's just cramps. It can't be; Daisy is crying as if she has pain. How can that just be caused by cramps? "Are you sure it's just cramps?"

Jo looks up from Daisy once again, her eyes now showing light desperation. She scans me for a moment but then nods her head with determination. "I'm pretty sure. In the hospital, they explained that what I eat, Daisy gets through breastfeeding as well. And I think that burrito I had is maybe giving her bad cramps because of the spices. I shouldn't have eaten it."