Psalms 42 || Tori Kelly

The Whole Point

A Week Later
Abiah is 14 Weeks & Tori is 21 weeks

Friday — November 18th
4:06 AM

Tori gratefully slept soundly beside her husband and son, asleep in the middle of the night. She was in the first nights that Tori's pregnancy was starting to hinder her ability to actually get good sleep. That was until her hand felt wet, but a slimy type of wet, forcing her out of her rest. "I know he did not," Tori whispered, using her good hand to sit up and turn her lamp on.

"Mhh, baby what's—what is on my back?" André asked, waking up to the same slimy substance. Tori looked to the bed to see her one-year-old sitting up, with a huge puddle of vomit between his legs, running down his onesie and face, all over André's exposed back and thankful just on her hand and a little on her shirt.

"He got sick," Tori, simply replied. "Don't move, I'll get you a towel. Sampson, stay," she commanded, knowing he would try to follow her, but only making him cry. "Here," she said, wiping her hand off and tossing her man a dirty towel.

"What happened? How long has he been like this?" André asked as his wife moved around the bed, back to their son.

"I don't know. Two Wednesday's ago he had a fever, but not high enough to be considered a doctors visit. That lasted til Sunday. And then from Monday on, he was fine. Maybe he ate something he wasn't supposed to?" Tori guessed, stripping her son from his onesie. "I got bath, you got bed?" Tori asked. André nodded and cleaned off enough to get up and start undressing the bed.

"Whatever is easier on you and baby," he replied. Tori knew that trying to do all of the stretching to get the sheets on and off would be too much for her and kept her position. "Do you want to go get her? Let her dress him and get him some medicine and get him down?" André asked, finally getting to the bed stripping part. Tori took a moment of silence and turned on the water. She wanted her daughter to learn, but she knew Sampson wanted mommy.

"Not tonight. Tomorrow, yes. When she gets home from school I'm handing him off to her, hopefully she's ready," Tori shrugged. André couldn't disagree and finally got everything off the bed.

"I'll be back with new sheets and a new onesie," he announced before leaving the bedroom. At the same time, Tori took off her sons diaper and placed him in the soapy warm bath.

"Ahh!" He screamed, wanted to be held and not wanting to be by himself in the spacious tub.

"Seriously, dude?" Tori mumbled, doing her best to get undressed with one hand and getting in the tub. While the bathtub was nice, Tori much preferred being in her bed. Sampson sat on her submerged legs and played with the bubbles as she bathed him as quickly as she could.

4:14 AM

"Babe, ohh..." André stopped, seeing Tori in the tub with Sampson asleep on her chest.

"I didn't have the energy to get up and chance him waking up. Can you grab me a towel?" Tori asked. André nodded and did as he was requested of.

"How are you feeling?" André asked, pulling the one-year-old off of his mother, allowing her to finally get out of the cold water.

"Like I need to sleep,"

8:08 AM

Abiah woke to her snoozed alarm and sat up. She had a slight head ache, but nothing she couldn't handle through out the day.