Her shoulders slumped in defeat and she shook her head. As if on cue, Whit began howling again and Presley Ann started crying, too.
“Oh, kitten,” he murmured as he wrapped an arm around her back and pulled her close so that he had his arms full of both of them and just let them cry themselves out. “Poor, poor babies.”
* * * *
Presley Ann wanted to kick the crap out of her inner angel, the self-sacrificing maternal one that had told her she could handle an infant on her own. The only thing worse was her inner devil, that remnant of the spoiled brat she’d been, rearing its ugly head, telling her that perhaps her aunt had been right.
The pain in the left side of her head was so intense that she was actually seeing stars, and crying only increased the pressure and the pain. She could barely function, so all the desire in the world to succeed as a mother was wasted, and the inner negativity only increased the feeling of failure. The knot in her throat grew as she looked up at Kendry, defeat settling uncomfortably on her shoulders as he made a sympathetic sound deep in his throat.
Whit let loose with another bloodcurdling scream and the nausea churned in her stomach. Kendry watched Whit and when the baby finally lost steam and drew a long, stuttering breath Kendry asked, “Have you slept?”
She shook her head but couldn’t speak as another pain-wracked sob rose up as she estimated the distance to the nearest bathroom. If she got sick in front of him it would be epically embarrassing. Whit’s next wail made the knot of muscles at the base of her skull tighten another degree.
With the baby’s next inhalation, Kendry asked, “Are you in pain?”
Helpless to do anything but nod, she put her hands to her temples and leaned against him.
Whit’s next shaky breath was less intense than the last one. Either that or she was finally going deaf. Kendry asked, “Got a headache?”
She nodded and managed a weak smile. “Migraine. I have an appointment with Doctor Emma later this afternoon.” She held her hands open, expecting him to hand the baby right back to her. Lots of moms dealt with migraines while caring for an infant and she needed to suck it up.
“Have you had them before?” he asked as he caressed her brow, which sent a wave of shivers down her spine, leaving her feeling a little weak in the knees.
“Rarely. The normal over-the-counter meds aren’t helping, and obviously I can’t go lay down in a quiet room with a washcloth over my eyes.”
“What time is your appointment?”
Whit began wailing again, and he patted the baby on the back. His deep voice drew Whit’s attention, and he gave a piteous cry and then sucked in a few stuttering breaths. His face was red as he gazed up at him and then rubbed his eyes. He was just as exhausted as she was.
Kendry turned the baby in the crook of his arm so he faced Presley Ann and said, “Could you unzip his sleeper all the way down? Let’s get this off of him for a few minutes.”
“But he’ll get chilled,” she said, thinking a sick baby was the last thing she could deal with right now, but did as he asked.
“We’ll cover him with the blanket. There.” Whit bleated as she gently tugged the sleeves free from his arms and then eased the thick blanket sleeper down his back and off of his legs. Whit flopped his head on Kendry’s shoulder and went back to sucking his fist. “What happened?” she asked as she looked at the sleeper and then at her son.
“Maybe he was hot.” Kendry brushed his lips against Whit’s head as if it was the most natural thing in the world to do and switched the lamp back off, easing the pain behind her eyes slightly. “Let’s see if cooling him off doesn’t help. You couldn’t hear me before when I asked, but what time is your appointment with your doctor?”
“Not until this afternoon at three. They couldn’t fit me in before then, and I didn’t want to sit with Whit in the waiting room since it’s flu season.”
Kendry bobbed Whit in a gentle motion and said, “When was the last time you had a break? A few minutes to yourself?”
She hated answering because she didn’t want to sound like a whiner. Being a single mom meant she played the hand that was dealt her and breaks were a luxury she just couldn’t afford to think about, let alone indulge in.
“He conked out last night and I had enough time to take a quick shower.” Yeah, at four o’clock in the morning. She’d had to take the opportunity while it was allowed and the hot water had felt sooo good she’d nearly cried. He’d been awake and crying again before her hair was even fully dry. “I’m glad you didn’t see me yesterday,” she said as she fingered the straight ends of her hair. She hadn’t been anywhere in days, much less had the time or energy for the basics. She’d been a mess.