I could hear the phone ringing, but I guess Grandma couldn’t. She must
have taken out her hearing aids because after about eight rings she
still hadn’t answered it. I dragged myself out of bed and down the hall
to Mom and Dad’s bedroom. Nathan was still asleep on their bed, so it
must have been early. I hadn’t grabbed my glasses, so it took a minute
to get my eyes to focus on the numbers on the clock, 9:15. “It’s pretty
early,” I grumbled as a picked up the still ringing phone. “Hello?” I
croaked.
“Kira?” It was Mom.
“Yeah?” I sat down on the side of the bed and yawned.
“Wake everybody up and get them dressed. Dad will be there in half an hour. Kiy is coming home today!”
“All right!” I yelled. I could hear both Mom and Dad laughing on the
other end of the line. Nathan sat up and rubbed his eyes. “Well,” I said
into the phone, “that’s one.”
“What?” Mom asked. She was still laughing.
“We managed to wake Nathan up already,” I said, pulling him into my
arms for a good morning hug. Suddenly, my tired brain understood what
Mom had just said. “What happened? Is she fine? How does she look? Can
she talk now?” The questions tumbled out of my mouth before Mom could
answer any of them.
“Slow down,” she said, “one question at a time.” Mom laughed
again. “Kiylee had a peaceful night. This morning, our regular
pediatrician came in to see her. After looking her over, he said, ‘I
think after a few more hours of observation, she can go home today!’”
I squeezed Nathan and he stared at me with his big brown eyes. He
probably thought I was crazy! “I’ll get everyone ready. Tell Dad to
hurry!”
“I will,” Mom promised.
“Oh, and Mom?”
“Yeah?”
“Does this mean it’s Christmas Eve?” I held my breath.
She laughed. “Of course!” she exclaimed. “Tell all the kids that tomorrow we are going to celebrate Kiylee’s Christmas.
This blog will talk about a lot of Christmas stories that I would love to tell, even though it's not exactly it could be either now or until December comes. I hope you enjoy them.
Sunday, September 22, 2013
Sunday, September 8, 2013
Chapter 12 The Night Before
Aunt Laurie and Uncle Glen took us home on their way back to Orem. Dad
wanted to stay at the hospital a little longer with Mom. They were both hoping
that Kiy would wake up and talk to them, but I knew she was going to be fine.
I told the
other kids what had happened at the hospital, but they still seemed a little
scared. Grandma just kept crocheting. Nathan watched TV, and Kinsey and Kiyna
huddled together on the couch with their dolls.
I finally went upstairs. I still had presents to
wrap and things to do before Kiy came home. If she came home on Saturday, maybe
we could have Christmas on Sunday. That was only two days away and I needed to
be ready.
I gathered
all the wrapping stuff and lugged my bag of presents to Mom and Dad’s room. I
could lock the door in there so the other kids wouldn’t see what I was doing. I
usually put off wrapping my things until the last minute. If I put them under
the tree early, some of them always got mysteriously opened. Neal always says
it’s not him, but I wonder.
I unrolled
some bright red wrapping paper with little angels all over it and I cut off a
piece. Then I dug into my goodie bag and pulled out the first gift. It was a
little stuffed dog I found on sale for Kiyna. She loved dogs, even though she
hardly remembered when we had dogs in the Creekwood house. I stroked the dog’s
long shaggy fur and pulled off the price tag. Kiyna was going to love him. I
taped and tagged and started my pile.
It wasn’t
long before I had a bunch of packages all ready to go under the tree. I reached
into the bag and pulled out the doll that I had chosen for Kiy. She cost more
than all the other presents, but when I saw her at the store, she looked just
like Kiy with her big blue eyes and short curly blond hair. She had a soft body
and fuzzy pink pajamas. Kiy loved babies. I touched each pink button and
straightened her little white socks. She
even had a pink pacifier attached to her wrist. I smiled. She was just like
Kiy.
I
carefully cut off another piece of paper, making sure it was the right size.
After wrapping the doll, I gathered up all the presents and carried them
downstairs. Nobody had bothered to plug in the tree. I guess that part of
Christmas wasn’t as important anymore. I arranged all my presents with the one
for Kiy right on top, then I plugged in the lights. Their bright colors lit up
the darkened room. Even the angel on top seemed pleased. Christmas this year
was going to be perfect.
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