Not A TV Life...

Chapter 21

Jesse and I sat on the couch, contemplating what had just happened. We had taken the triplets in for their shots, and the doctor said that Pattie was very sick. She might die. We were dumbfounded by this news; she was a week old, how could she be so sick, she could die? We decided not to tell anyone about this; no reason for them to feel upset when she may not even die.

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Two weeks later, noth8ing had happened. Pattie was still sick, but she was alive! We had to quarrantine her, though, so Pammie and Priscilla wouldn't catch what she had.
I was sitting in bed, with a headache, when one of the babies started to cry.
"I've got this one," Jess said.
"Thank you."
" What's the matter, Jess?" I asked as he stood near the couch. He didn't answer. "Jess, honey, what's wrong?"
He handed me Pattie. My heart started racing; could it be? We knew she was real sick and all, but....
"What's wrong with her?"
Jesse didn't answer. "Jess, what's wrong with her?"
"She's not breathing."
"What?"
"She's not breathing."
"Did you check her pulse?"
Jesse nodded, holding back tears.
"Did you do cpr?"
Jesse nodded.
I backed up slowly and sat on the bed. I couldn't believe it; I had to check her pulse myself.
I gulped as Jesse sat next to me. "She's dead, Jess. Our little Pattie is dead...."
We stayed up all night, crying over Pattie in my arms.
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We came downstairs that morning, all forlorn and distraught.
"What's the matter?" Alex asked.
Jesse and I looked at each other. "Pattie...." he started, desperately holding back tears. "She's.... dead."
"What?" Danny asked.
"She's dead... I was holding her... and she.... died. Right in my arms." Jesse tears started to fall, so did mine.
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I had closed myself from the world; all day long, I sat in our bedroom, staring at Pattie's empty crib.
Pattie had been sick; we had to keep her away from Pammie and Priscilla. She was sick with something common, like a cold. The doctor had told us to keep an eye on her; but I guess we didn't do a good enough job. I cried all day; Jesse was just as sad as I was, but, being Jesse, he didn't really let it show.
There was a knock on my door.
"Becky! It's Danny! I brought you a sandwich."
"No thank you!"
"Come on, Becky, you haven't had a meal in four days! You gotta eat!"
"I'm not hungry!"
"Becky!"
"No!"
"Okay. It'll be on the counter if you change your mind." I heard Danny's footsteps fade away.
I looked at the floor. "I am a little hungry..." I stood up, and fell back on the bed. I figured I just stood up to fast, so I brushed it off. As I headed downstairs, Stephanie called me from her room.
"Can the person out there help me please?"
I walked over. "What's wrong, Steph?"
"I need a little help wi—"
I didn't hear the rest; apparently, I had fainted.