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Natalie: Part 5- Joy to the World! Installment One

How can a person who’s paraplegic and still struggling with insomnia be legally pulled away from a nap?

I was seriously considering calling the police because when I was just about to fall asleep Mrs. Rivers comes running into the B&B and insists that all the Matthews’ girls came with her on a special shopping trip.

I love Mrs. Rivers, I truly do, but as we drove back to the B&B I was felling everything but love for Mrs. Rivers.

Sleep had long left me. I had been sleeping fairly well since the accident. I didn’t lay awake at night thinking about sleepwalking that’s for sure.

But the night we moved back to the B&B, sleeping soon became a problem.

The hospital/rehab was relatively quiet and peaceful enough that I easily went to sleep. At the B&B I had two choices. Either I slept with Noel and Natalia or I with Momma and Daddy. And neither option was better than the other.

I love my little niece, but she’s loud and can cry for over an hour.  I don’t mind the midnight feedings, but the midnight screams are a totally different story. Natalia likes to cry. I don’t know why but she likes to cry even if nothing’s wrong. Sleeping in the same room as her was a nightmare, and I was amazed at how easily Noel fell asleep in the middle of a cry fest.

Momma and Daddy weren’t any better to sleep with. Momma’s up half the night using the bathroom. It can take her up to an hour to find a comfortable sleeping position which is usually her stomach squished against mine. Momma likes to talk to me when she can’t go to sleep. She’ll talk about anything, but it’s mostly about the triplets. Just last night we decided to find out the genders of the triplets (Daddy was forced to stay awake for that one though, which was rare). Daddy usually falls asleep the second his head hits the pillow. Now I have mentioned before that Daddy snores. He was a very moderate snorer six months before. But now his snoring is very loud and he actually snorts in his snoring. His snoring sounds like a chainsaw that is locked in Carnegie Hall and has a megaphone attached to it. Sometimes Momma would have conversations with him even though I’m between them. They fought for three hours about nursery themes…UGH!

I tried sleeping with Jaci for a little less than a week and she wasn’t any better. She talked to me about wedding plans and what type of fabric should she use for her wedding dress, and when she did fall asleep she kicked me in the legs. I couldn’t feel the kicks too well since I can feel only on certain spots (usually were my psoriasis is the worst), but in the morning I always found myself face down on Jaci’s bedroom floor. I was almost helpless in that position, but I always got into my wheelchair with no help.

I even tried sleeping with Megan and Bella. The two of them must be on the same clock because they will wake up at the same time in the middle of the night and start talking. Was this family just filled with blabbermouths?

And being paraplegic didn’t help. Somehow not going to sleep felt different. I mean I had it before the accident, but now it just felt well…different.

I’d wake up in the middle of the night with my heart pounding out of my chest. When that happens, I know I’ve had a bad dream and all I want is some warm milk. But I am now unable to go get it myself. If we still lived in the apartment that wouldn’t be a problem, but I’d never trade Florida just so I could get milk myself. Daddy doesn’t mind getting it for me, but it annoys Momma. And Noel just doesn’t understand. She just stashes some lavender under my nose and goes right back to sleep.s

Thankfully this problem would soon be over. Momma and Daddy were house searching. It saddened me that we might not actually live in Florida, but there were only two house in all of Florida that would fit all of us. The B&B and Drury Hall. As I already explained, the B&B wasn’t working out so great, and Drury Hall was Stewart property. Mr. Stewart owned the house and there wasn’t that great of a chance of us moving in there.

As we pull up into the B&B driveway, my eyelids started to feel heavy. I looked at my watch. It was five-thirty. Maybe I could get a nap in before dinner.

The B&B looked dark which was strange. Ms. Donna should have been starting to make dinner.

Mrs. Rivers insisted that we enter the B&B through the restaurant door and that annoyed me for some reason. I was hoping to transfer the the couch and catch some Zs.

We found Daddy, Yule, and Mr. Rivers standing outside the restaurant entrance.

“Both doors are locked,” Daddy huffed, “and nobodies answering the phone.”

“Open up!” Yule shouted pounding on the door. Mrs. Rivers pulled a key out of her purse and opens the door.

“BON VOYAGE!”

Confetti was thrown into my face, and the lights were turned on. All our friends were crammed into the restaurant. French music was playing, and French decorations were all over the wall.

“Now we know that you’re going to going to France for a week but we couldn’t resist having a party!” Mrs. Rivers shouted.

“But it was her idea to have a surprise one,” Jessie-Maria said pointing at Virginia.

“What?” Virginia asked as she stuffed a cupcake into her mouth. I couldn’t help but laugh.

“I’ve got to get a picture for our blog,” Momma said pulling her ever ready camera out of her purse.

Momma and Daddy started a blog about their natural triplet pregnancy. All though my parents try to say it’s a ‘parenting’ blog, and they do have stuff about being the parents of a teenager, toddlers, autistic child, Down Syndrome child, and paraplegic. It’s mostly about the triplets. The blog is called Christmas Everyday, which frankly I find amusing.

“You should start a blog!” Virginia shouted. “And that way I don’t have to wait to see the pictures!”

My mom instantly said yes and started saying how it could be a spin-off to her and Daddy’s blog.

Two hours later, the party was still going on and sleep had left me once again. I was trying not to show my frustration when two police officers walked through the door.

“We’re looking for a Ms. Lori Mary Stewart!” One of the officers shouted over all the noise. Mrs. Stewart walked up.

“I’m sorry, Mrs. Stewart, but you’re husband’s dead,” The other officer said.

**

Everyone left soon after that.

The officers said that they thought Mr. Stewart died of natural causes, and that Mrs. Stewart could either pick up his body in the morning or have to medical examiner look at him.

Mrs. Stewart didn’t seem to care that Mr. Stewart was dead. She just went back to eating cake and ice cream right after the officers left. Emily started to bawl her eyes out. Timmy looked like he almost didn’t believe the officers, but when he got over that he started to mope. Yule announced that he was no longer hunger and made himself disappear. Noel just sat down in a booth and held Natalia close. Momma didn’t look happy. I think she was sad for Yule, Noel, Emily, and Timmy. Mr. Stewart had done so much to her. He hurt so horribly. Frankly, I was surprised she wasn’t happy that he was gone. Daddy looked happy about it and joined Mrs. Stewart in her ‘celebration’. I think he was a little upset that Momma wasn’t happy about it.

And how did I feel about this?

I was trying to figure that out as I lay in bed in between Momma and Daddy.

Daddy was snoring louder than usual and Momma was talking to me.

“Joan wants to throw a babies shower for me,” Momma said, “but I’m not sure if it would be appropriate. This would be for number eight, nine, and ten. What do you think?”

“Sure, why not? I mean a baby shower is a celebration not a birthday party,” I said. “And you can tell Mrs. Rivers just to invite our closet friends and not every woman in Florida. The gifts not make the shower.”

“Honey!” Momma shouted. I tried not to giggle. Daddy was not going to like being woken up over this.

“Eh?” Daddy asked. “What?”

“Joan wants to throw me a babies shower,” I said.

“Ok,” Daddy said. He started to close his eyes.

“But I don’t know if it’s proper,” Momma said. “I’ve never had a baby shower before though so does that make it ok.”

“What does this have to do with me?” Daddy asked.

I inwardly groaned. The nursery fight started off with those eight words.

“What does it have to do with you?! The babies are just as much yours as mine! If you think it’s not proper etiquette to have a baby shower then I won’t have one!” Momma shouted.

“Riley,” Daddy sighed, “I personally don’t care if you have a baby shower or not. And in a way they are the first babies. They’re our first children together.”

“But won’t doing that be like ignoring our other children?” Momma asked.

Daddy gave a frustrated sigh.

“Just have the stupid baby shower!” Daddy said rolling over. Here we go again.

“It’s not stupid!” Momma shouted.

“It’s stupid to be talking about it at three in the morning!”

“You don’t love me.”

“Not this again!”

“I just feel like there’s something between us,” Momma whimpered.

“Yeah,” I said, “me!”

SMASH!

“What was that?” Momma screamed.

SMASH!

Momma hurried out the bedroom door. Daddy carried me downstairs. Everyone else was already down there. The windows in the family room had been smashed.

“Stewart Revenge?” Mrs. Stewart asked. “Fowler spoke of such things but…”

BANG! BANG!

Gunshots.

Daddy must have forgot that he was holding me because he ran outside while I still in his arms. That was a very terrifying moment for me at least. If Daddy got shot, I was out of luck.

Thankfully the shooter had already gotten into his car and was driving off. I couldn’t see the car because I had my eyes closed and was praying like crazy. But I could hear the car and it was speeding like crazy.

“Did you see who it was?” Momma asked when he walked back into the house.

“Nope,” Daddy said. “I could barely see the license plate but I’m pretty sure that car had Florida state tags.”

My face fell. I had a pretty strong feeling who that was.

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Verse of the Day

1 Peter 2:9

But you are a chosen race, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a people for his own possession, that you may proclaim the excellencies of him who called you out of darkness into his marvelous light.