Ode of Laundry Machine **

Sock - Bebes

Clorox and I jumped into his automobile, (which was a small box) and ZOOMED all the way to the hospital. The people inside saw what was happening and rushed us into the emergency room. I could swear my "hips" were spitting apart at the seam. I let out a scream. It was too soon! I could barely breathe. The doctor ran In just as I was helped onto the bed. I couldn't take it. Was I going to die? I wasn't ready. The doctor told me to take a deep breath. I did. But the pain overwhelmed me. The world became black.

I could hear the crying of babies when I woke up. Clorox rushed to my side. I looked out the window. I assumed it was at least 1 pm. Clorox' eyes were red like he had been crying. We held hands. "What's wrong love?" I asked, worriedly. "Cathraurg, H-he didn't make it." I felt my world shatter into a million pieces. He continued. "They had to perform surgery because the babies tried to come out all at once and it was breaking your hips. When they got Cathraurg out, he was already dead." I sobbed for a while. "Are the other two okay?" I finally started.

"Yes, yes my love, they're fine. Perfect, even! I have never seen more beautiful children in all my life, and they're ours!" Clorox laughed hysterically, with tears sliding down his plastic all at the same time. It seemed like he had been going through so many emotions that he could hardly take it anymore. I hugged him, a tear sliding down my "cheek". Maybe our third child didn't live, but the other two did, and that's all that mattered. We waited for a while. After waiting for about twenty minutes, the doctor walked in carrying our two surviving children. They were bootiful. I held them cautiously. They were a perfect combination of Clorox and I. I kissed their heads and gave them back to the doctor. He put them on a scale. He asked if we had come up with names. "Jim and Stewella," Clorox replied for me, still hysterical. I felt bad for Clorox. Becoming a father has taken it's toll on him. I reached out for his hand."Listen clorox, I know you're stressed but we need to stay calm." He took a deep breath and nodded. "You're right Sock. I should get it together if I want to be a good parent." 

When the babies were weighed and cleaned, we brought them home in our box-automobile. We had already bought the car seats beforehand. One was empty. Cathraurg, I thought, tears coming to my eyes yet again. I couldn't take it. My life was so full yet so empty. My world had flipped itself upside-down and back within a span of 24 hours. Clorox saw my tears and wiped my cheek. He must've forgot he was driving though and the car swerved, almost falling to the cliff below. He grabbed the wheel just in time and turned back on the road. We were not ready to be parents.

We finally got Jim to sleep. Stewella however, was a whole new story. She wouldn't GO TO SLEEP! We tried smooth jazz but it didn't work. We tried rocking her but it didn't work. Finally, Clorox came up with a genius plan. "Maybe she's thirsty?" he asked. "Of course not Clorox! Babies don't need milk!" "Um... yes they do Sock" he responded. "Plus, it's worth a try." I walked to the fridge and poured a cup for Stewella. When I got back she was already asleep. I was pretty sure she liked her father more than me.

I face-palmed. Of course she likes her father! Dads are supposedly the fun parents. I felt a surge of jealousy. It was okay though. They were home and safe and that's all that mattered.