Kaylor Family One-Shots

Oh No!

Follow up part to Life is Beautiful :)

Karlie's P.O.V

It was the crying that woke me up at 3.56am not even one week after I graduated from NYU. Taylor was out in Los Angeles doing a follow-up interview for Ellen who had asked her to guest appear on her show after she was a guest voice-coach on 'The Voice'. I was insanely proud of her but I was starting to regret not asking her to take Addison with her to L.A she had offered but I said no, wanting to spend time with Addison before I go back modeling and am constantly away. But right now my patience with my adorable daughter who reminds me so much of Taylor, is wearing thin. I sigh anyway but get out of bed which earns me death glares from Meredith who had been cuddled into me.

Making my way down to Addison's nursery I'm greeted by more crying but this time I don't blame her. Poor Addison has thrown up absolutely everywhere possible for her tiny body to throw up on and the only thing that I could think to say was "Oh No!" No cussing or anything jus thinking mentally about how much cleaning it will require to kill all the bugs. At nearly four months old this is the first time Taylor has left her with me overnight and as I scoop up Addison I take in her newly found scent of baby vomit, more specifically breast milk vomit. I waste no time in lying her on her changing mat after covering it with an old towel and stripping her, once she is stripped I change her nappy which by some miracle is still bone dry and I wipe all the vomit off her face and out of her hair. Swaddling her tight in a giraffe blanket that was a gift from my parents I walk towards the bathroom down the hall and turn on the light. The bright light forces Addison to cry again and I sigh mentally slapping myself in the process but none the less I turn on the hot tap and let it run while I put Addison in her little rocker that we have in here for when Taylor or I have to complete bath time alone which has happened twice since she's been home from the hospital and now I am about to attempt number three which should be interesting because I don't know how Addison will react to the bath at this time of the morning.

Once Addison's bath is ready I un-swaddle her and lie her gently in the baby bath with her resting on my arm. Taking her favourite Johnsons baby bath in hand I squeeze a little and let my hand gently massage her tummy as I suspect it's upset in some way. She looks at me the whole time with her baby blue eyes that don't even hold the slightest inkling that she could potentially be tired. I sigh as I bath her, letting the water run from my hand over her tummy. As soon as the water begins to cool I get her out and begin to pat her dry. Once she is dry I lie her on a dry towel on the heated tiles of the bathroom floor before reaching under the sink to retrieve a clean nappy and some talcum powder to prevent nappy rash and make her smell nice. Picking her up I go to my room where we have extra pyjama onesies' specifically for when she wakes up in the night. Selecting a green long onesie I slip it over her head and begin to pull her arms through the holes and make my way down to the nappy area where I put her feet into the slots and begin to dome towards the nappy before doing the same on the other side. When she is all done she just lies on the bed staring at me. I look down at her and smile, happy to see her being content for the first time in almost twelve hours. I know that after seeing it's now 5.15am she won't sleep for long so I decide to cradle her on my chest while I doze, hopefully she will at least rest.

The minute I scoop her up and lie back letting her rest on me she starts to whine and grumble, I chose to ignore it which was a major mistake as she throws up on me which makes me yelp out. I stand at the side of the bed holding Addison as what is left in her system rolls down my smooth skin. I sigh and look at the cats bolting out of the room and downstairs to find another sleeping place. Sighing I strip myself off and dress in a robe before undressing Allie and repeating my pyjama steps I had just finished again. I can't believe that she threw up on me. Adding her new pyjama's and old pyjama's to my pyjama pile I put Addison into her rocker and turn on the shower. This time I shower, while Addison relaxes back. While in the shower I contemplate ringing Taylor but I know she will only worry so instead I focus on what Addison's issue really is. Thinking back over the day I assess what she did, how much she did and what she ate. The only answers is a.) she did nothing she is four months old, b.) she didn't do much of anything except sleep, eat and poop which she does even when Taylor is here and c. she had Taylor's breast milk she expressed before she left. I think about the steps I took in heating it in the bottle heater and then slowly feeding it to her and I can't think of anything I've done wrong so once I change into sweat pants and a hoodie I dress Addison warm and wake Paul next door with security and get him to drive us to the Emergency Department. He is quick to act and when we arrive I am shocked to see next to no one there and we are taken less than an hour after arriving which is rare.

The doctor who sees us is nice and when I explain what Addison has been doing and generally feeling unwell he checks her over and decides that it's most likely the fact that she is drinking from a bottle because she usually breastfeeds directly from Taylor, we've never used bottles because it's winter right now, and was Autumn when she was born. After sending us home with a prescription to settle her small tummy I look at the clock thankful that it's now 8.01am and Taylor will be home later in the day to hopefully help out. After arriving home I see Taylor still isn't home so I settle Addison into the pram so she is lying flat and then I put her in our room and leave the baby monitor with her while I go and clean her nursery. After changing the sheets and her baby blanket I air out the room through opening windows before taking a trip to the laundry downstairs with the monitor clipped to my sweat pants and throwing everything that has puke on it through the wash. Just as that goes on Addison begins to grumble but I chose to ignore her and she grumbles her way back to sleep and when I check her twenty minutes later she is out and drooling a little. I smile at her and she is so cute.

Downstairs I decide to prepare food to eat and as I finish preparing Addison is up and crying and after changing her nappy I bring her downstairs and feed her. She continues to cry and so I sit with her on the couch, cradling her like a football and play some of Taylor's music through the T.V. It calms her right down as she settles and soon falls asleep. It's not long after that I hear the keys jingling and I know Taylor is home. I want to call out and tell her to be quiet but I don't want to wake the little monster in my arms so I say nothing. I hold my breath as Taylor comes in the door and instead of shutting it quietly she slams it. Jerking Addison who wakes and begins to scream, sighing I stand while feeling really drained and I meet Taylor at the door to the lounge. Handing her, her screaming daughter I kiss her cheek and say, "welcome to New York..." Taylor coos at the baby and rolls her eyes before looking at me. "Why's she crying?" Taylor questions as I smirk.
"She got sick because she couldn't have your breast and she had to be bottle fed breast milk. She has been up all night and this morning at 4.00amish she decided to throw up all through her bed, so I bathed her and dressed her again and let her lie on me in our bed and she threw up on me so I took her to emergency. I haven't slept well in the last 24hours and you slammed the door waking her up after I just got her down so you can care for her now. I'm tired." Without waiting for Taylor to say anything I head upstairs to bed and when I finally emerge eight hours later Addison is still unhappy and Taylor looks at me as I smile at her and go and start preparing dinner for us while smiling at the fact that Taylor now has to deal with it.