So, I'm going to make this short and sweet. I let people vote on a poll on facebook choosing what I should do since I am on hiatus. Now, people have decided I should start posting, but with a bigger gap in between posts, which will be about every other Saturday. With this, I will officially return to blogging on March 2nd, because it is a Saturday and it seems long enough.
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
Saturday, February 16, 2013
Throwing in the Towel
Hi guys, it's Melissa Sims, the writer for Kristine Bell's 100 Baby Challenge, some of you may know already. Normally, I don't do posts like this, but starting today, I'm semi-retiring from my blogs. It's just been too much between school, homework, family, etc., and I've just been losing interest in Sims and Blogger in general. Being semi-retired, it means that I MAY come back, but no gurantees. It could last for a day, or it could last the rest of my life, I'm not sure. What I am sure of, though, is that I won't be giving this blog away to someone. It's my own work, and I still take pride in it, and nobody can really continue it from where I left off, even if it was my best friend. I'll still have this blog open to collect dust so you readers that remain can browse through the old chapters, and it gives me a place to start from where I left off if I ever "return from the dead." All week, I work very hard on a short little post, and it seems like it means nothing when I publish it every Saturday and look at the stats a week later. Some may be mad at me, and that's fine, but please don't be selfish about it, because this is my blog and I can do whatever I want with it.
If I don't come back, enjoy some music:
Goodbye... hopefully for now.
~Melissa Sims~
Gen. 1, Chap. 8: Tell Me What This Means?
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*Kristine's POV*
What does this mean?
I sat in the hospital bed, shoving my face into my knees, bawling my eyes out. This just wasn't possible, and I've been a strong woman all of my life. The doctors said I would survive, but I thought the worst of it all.
What if I died? I can't leave my family!
Slowly, I trudged over to the mirror in my room and tied my hair into a bandanna well, what was left of it. The chemotherapy I've been receiving was making my hair fall out, and only a few inches were left before I was completely bald. But, already, my eyebrows were gone, as if someone took a razor and shaved them off. Anyways, I cleaned the running makeup off my face from crying, and I sat back on the bed while waiting for the chemotherapist to arrive. Visiting hours were over, so I couldn't see Marley, Kyle, and the girls until tomorrow. There was a knock on my door and the chemotherapist, Dr. Royale.
"Alright, we'll get this over quick." He set the tray of needles down on the bedside table, and he grabbed the large needle labelled "Chemo" on it and injected it into the I.V. line my hand was hooked up to. After a few minutes, the chemotherapist gave me a puzzled look and injected another drug into the line.
"Your way too tense and stressed out. I'm just giving you a sedative to loosen up so the drugs can move around your body."
Just then, I felt my muscles loosen up as the world seemed to have started to spin around and Dr. Royale put up the barriers on my hospital bed.
"I wouldn't go anywhere for a while. You'll be in this state for a little bit, okay?" His voice echoed and there was two of everything.
I flopped back on the bed and sat for a while and waited for my body to flush the drugs out. It seemed like hours until my vision cleared and I was back to normal, when it was only ten minutes. With nothing to do, I fell asleep and waited for tomorrow, which would be a very boring day.
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Marley, Kyle, and the girls came to visit again. We talked, and the kids played, when Marley brought up a very touchy subject.
"When are you getting the surgery?"
"What surgery?"
"The one to remove the cancer cells."
"I'm not doing it."
Marley's face grew worried.
"But, Kris-"
"I know what I'm doing, and I know the surgery won't help."
The doctor came in and did an exam on me to make sure I was doing okay.
"So, what's this talk about not getting the surgery."
I sat up tall and looked Marley and the doctor in the eyes.
"Listen, no matter how hard you convince me, I'm never getting the surgery. Keep me alive all you want, but I know it's better this way, and it's final."
"Alright, we'll get this over quick." He set the tray of needles down on the bedside table, and he grabbed the large needle labelled "Chemo" on it and injected it into the I.V. line my hand was hooked up to. After a few minutes, the chemotherapist gave me a puzzled look and injected another drug into the line.
"Your way too tense and stressed out. I'm just giving you a sedative to loosen up so the drugs can move around your body."
Just then, I felt my muscles loosen up as the world seemed to have started to spin around and Dr. Royale put up the barriers on my hospital bed.
"I wouldn't go anywhere for a while. You'll be in this state for a little bit, okay?" His voice echoed and there was two of everything.
I flopped back on the bed and sat for a while and waited for my body to flush the drugs out. It seemed like hours until my vision cleared and I was back to normal, when it was only ten minutes. With nothing to do, I fell asleep and waited for tomorrow, which would be a very boring day.
******************
Marley, Kyle, and the girls came to visit again. We talked, and the kids played, when Marley brought up a very touchy subject.
"When are you getting the surgery?"
"What surgery?"
"The one to remove the cancer cells."
"I'm not doing it."
Marley's face grew worried.
"But, Kris-"
"I know what I'm doing, and I know the surgery won't help."
The doctor came in and did an exam on me to make sure I was doing okay.
"So, what's this talk about not getting the surgery."
I sat up tall and looked Marley and the doctor in the eyes.
"Listen, no matter how hard you convince me, I'm never getting the surgery. Keep me alive all you want, but I know it's better this way, and it's final."
Sunday, February 10, 2013
Gen. 1, Chapter 7: I've Waited So Long to Hear You Say That
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*Kristine's POV*
Lately, I've been frustrated. It's not because of the triplets, who are already four years old, and it's not the house, but it's because I want more kids. If I could just have one more baby, I'd never be pregnant again. But I knew Marley wouldn't appreciate it. After he got home from work, I met up with him on the couch while Celesta, July, and Elizabeth were asleep.
"Marley, we need to talk."
"About what, sweetheart?"
"Well, I want to have another baby." There was a long pause until Marley spoke up.
"If you want to, sure..."
I smiled, "I've waited so long for you to say that."
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It's been a few months, and once again I was pregnant, but with a little boy Marley and I already pre-named Kyle. The girls were also excited about their new baby brother coming soon.
But the dream came to reality when I was in the hospital, about to give birth to baby Kyle. Marley made a funny joke about how there would be more testosterone in the house once Kyle was born.
After hours of painful labor, Kyle Abraham Vilas was born at 6 pounds, 7 ounces. Once we were home, everyone was tired.
But Kyle was a blessing, he babbled and made noises all day, but only the opposite of Celesta, who can now speak in basic, 2 year old phrases, but she was making progress for a four year old with a speech impairment.
Later, I got a phone call from the doctor unexpectedly.
"Hello, Mrs. Vilas. I should've told you this earlier, but..."
"What?"
"We've detected breast cancer cells in your body. Please come to the hospital as soon as possible, okay?"
"O-O-O-Okay..."
"Marley, we need to talk."
"About what, sweetheart?"
"Well, I want to have another baby." There was a long pause until Marley spoke up.
"If you want to, sure..."
I smiled, "I've waited so long for you to say that."
******************
It's been a few months, and once again I was pregnant, but with a little boy Marley and I already pre-named Kyle. The girls were also excited about their new baby brother coming soon.
But the dream came to reality when I was in the hospital, about to give birth to baby Kyle. Marley made a funny joke about how there would be more testosterone in the house once Kyle was born.
After hours of painful labor, Kyle Abraham Vilas was born at 6 pounds, 7 ounces. Once we were home, everyone was tired.
But Kyle was a blessing, he babbled and made noises all day, but only the opposite of Celesta, who can now speak in basic, 2 year old phrases, but she was making progress for a four year old with a speech impairment.
Later, I got a phone call from the doctor unexpectedly.
"Hello, Mrs. Vilas. I should've told you this earlier, but..."
"What?"
"We've detected breast cancer cells in your body. Please come to the hospital as soon as possible, okay?"
"O-O-O-Okay..."
Sunday, February 3, 2013
Gen. 1, Chapter 6: Three's Company
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*Kristine's POV*
"C'mon, child, speak! Mama? Dada? Baba?" I tried to get Celesta to talk, but all she said were noises. I was worried about her, she was already eight months old, but July and Elizabeth could say a few words that they pick up.
"Babababaaaaa," Celesta blubbered.
"At some point, I think we need to see a doctor..." I said.
Marley nodded and handed Lizzie her bottle.
"Baba! Baba!" she giggled and slurped the formula right up. Lizzie made me smile, but I had other things to get done.
I called the pediatrician and he said he could take Essie (Celesta's nickname) in at ten. The appointment lasted about an hour, and just ran some basic tests and I would get the results by phone call by the end of the week. Afterwards, I ran some errands and got home right when it was time to put the girls to bed.
After Marley went to bed, I stood up and painted during the night. I wasn't a really good painter and I hated the night silence, but I wanted to be up in case one of the triplets cried during the night.
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"Little steps, July. If you fall, I'll catch you!" I taught little July to walk. Slowly, I took my hands away from hers and stepped back. She stumbled over to me, but at least it was progress. I praised July and let her join Essie with playing with their toys, and Lizzie's turn for walking lessons were next. But then my phone vibrated and I answered the incoming call from the doctor.
"Hello, is this Mrs. Kristine Vilas?"
"Yes."
"We have the results back for your daughter, Celesta."
"Go on."
"Your daughter has a speech impairment. Which means she can't learn words as well for her age. I'm estimating that she won't be able to say her first word until she's 12 months. But with some therapy with a speech therapist, she'll be fine."
"Oh gosh..." I stared down at Celesta.
"Babababaaaaa," Celesta blubbered.
"At some point, I think we need to see a doctor..." I said.
Marley nodded and handed Lizzie her bottle.
"Baba! Baba!" she giggled and slurped the formula right up. Lizzie made me smile, but I had other things to get done.
I called the pediatrician and he said he could take Essie (Celesta's nickname) in at ten. The appointment lasted about an hour, and just ran some basic tests and I would get the results by phone call by the end of the week. Afterwards, I ran some errands and got home right when it was time to put the girls to bed.
After Marley went to bed, I stood up and painted during the night. I wasn't a really good painter and I hated the night silence, but I wanted to be up in case one of the triplets cried during the night.
******************
"Little steps, July. If you fall, I'll catch you!" I taught little July to walk. Slowly, I took my hands away from hers and stepped back. She stumbled over to me, but at least it was progress. I praised July and let her join Essie with playing with their toys, and Lizzie's turn for walking lessons were next. But then my phone vibrated and I answered the incoming call from the doctor.
"Hello, is this Mrs. Kristine Vilas?"
"Yes."
"We have the results back for your daughter, Celesta."
"Go on."
"Your daughter has a speech impairment. Which means she can't learn words as well for her age. I'm estimating that she won't be able to say her first word until she's 12 months. But with some therapy with a speech therapist, she'll be fine."
"Oh gosh..." I stared down at Celesta.
Gen. 1, Chapter 5: New is Better
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*Kristine's POV*
The house was empty. All of the kids that were a part of my baby challenge were gone, moved out to start their own lives. What once was a house filled with noise from a happy family was dead silent. But that wasn't all. Marley and I were moving into another house on the island, big enough for a family of five. That's right- I found out earlier that I was carrying triplets, and I'm about eight or nine months into my pregnancy, and a huge baby bump stuck out of me. Marley and I drove to the new house to check it out. It's a nice home, it was pre-furnished and near the beach, perfect for when we have the babies.
After walking around, I sat down in the rocking chair in the nursery room, painted pink for the three little girls that would be born. Being pregnant with three babies has its disadvantages, though. Like the backaches and nausea, which seem to never end. But it's all worth it once the bundles of joy are delivered to your arms. Then, Marley left to work as a cook at the local diner, while I was all alone with the house and babies.
I warmed up in front of the couch, watching TV and eating ice cream and cookies, yum. But then I fell asleep for a bit, and woke to find Marley staring at me. I checked the time on my smartphone, 9 o'clock, the time he's usually home. But as I got onto my feet, I quickly found out why he was staring at me.
A sharp pain hit my stomach and there was a puddle of water smack-dab in the middle of the couch. I knew this well; I was in labor. Marley quickly threw a tarp over the couch and I nestled on the couch. After many painful hours of delivery, we welcomed our three new many girls to the world. Next was the hard part- naming them.
"How about Celesta Aphrodite Vilas for this little one?" Marley picked up one of the babies and held her close. Instantly I could recognize a beginning father-daughter bond. I nodded.
We named the second baby July Cleobelle Vilas, and the last little girl we had Elizabeth "Lizzie" Josephine Vilas. We held Celesta, July, and Elizabeth close as they fell asleep. Our family was finally complete.
After walking around, I sat down in the rocking chair in the nursery room, painted pink for the three little girls that would be born. Being pregnant with three babies has its disadvantages, though. Like the backaches and nausea, which seem to never end. But it's all worth it once the bundles of joy are delivered to your arms. Then, Marley left to work as a cook at the local diner, while I was all alone with the house and babies.
I warmed up in front of the couch, watching TV and eating ice cream and cookies, yum. But then I fell asleep for a bit, and woke to find Marley staring at me. I checked the time on my smartphone, 9 o'clock, the time he's usually home. But as I got onto my feet, I quickly found out why he was staring at me.
A sharp pain hit my stomach and there was a puddle of water smack-dab in the middle of the couch. I knew this well; I was in labor. Marley quickly threw a tarp over the couch and I nestled on the couch. After many painful hours of delivery, we welcomed our three new many girls to the world. Next was the hard part- naming them.
"How about Celesta Aphrodite Vilas for this little one?" Marley picked up one of the babies and held her close. Instantly I could recognize a beginning father-daughter bond. I nodded.
We named the second baby July Cleobelle Vilas, and the last little girl we had Elizabeth "Lizzie" Josephine Vilas. We held Celesta, July, and Elizabeth close as they fell asleep. Our family was finally complete.
Saturday, February 2, 2013
Gen. 1, Chap. 4: The Honeymoon
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Note: There is an inappropriate scene towards the end of this post. Read at your own risk!
*Kristine's POV*
"So... have you ever been to Egypt at all?" Marley finished packing his suitcase for our honeymoon to the ancient country.
"No... I haven't even been out of the country before." After we packed our bags, we left the quintuplets in charge and took the cab to the airport.
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After many hours, we arrived at our camp in Al Simhara. It was weird to sleep in a tent with no air conditioning, but we just had to make the best of it. I checked the notice board for some fun things to do while Marley walked around. Advertised, we saw the Great Sphinx, and traveled there quickly to explore the ancient caves.
We inspected the beginning of the tomb and found our entry way inside. Bits of dust, sand, and dirt flew into Marley and mines faces, but we just dusted ourselves off and continued until we were stopped by a fire obstacle.
Loudly, I yelped and stayed in the doorway. To say the truth, I've been afraid of fire since the early days of my 100 Baby Challenge, but Marley quickly stepped on the stone tab to put out the fires. The next room we headed in to was filled with beautiful treasures and statues.
Marley moved the statues around until two of them were on the object pads while I collected all the treasure and we headed into the next room, one with diving wells and something that looked like a clay dresser.
Marley checked in the clay thing, but there wasn't anything in there, so he dived into one of the four diving wells. I checked over the well to make sure he was okay underwater. It was all fine until he came back up with a look of utter terror on his face. Cautiously, I peered behind me, and came face to face with a mummy.
The mummy seemed somewhat peaceful, like he wasn't furious because we disturbed his tomb. He sauntered around while we went into the next room.
The next room seemed like a small dining room, with hieroglyphics and pictures of gods painted onto the chairs. Together, Marley and I continued into the next room, which had an odd cyan glow to it. We quickly learned that it was the last room, and we exited the Sphinx unharmed. We've been in that tomb for 2 and a half days, and I knew our vacation would soon end.
As we dragged ourselves into our tent, Marley pulled me into a tight embrace and started pecking at my lips. Once we were inside the tent, I zipped up the tent while we started taking our clothes off, piece by piece until we were butt naked.
******************
I woke up the next morning, feeling crummy and slipping into a bathrobe. I didn't know why I felt so sick this morning. Quickly, I ruled out pregnancy because I haven't had a baby in years, and I knew I wouldn't have another soon. It was probably just the flu and I'd be okay. But today was the last day of our honeymoon, so we went to the market to buy some souvenirs and leave quietly.
Marley and I really didn't buy much of anything. Just a snake charming basket and a scooter. The gems and ancient coins we collected inside the Sphinx were already a great souvenir. Then, we boarded the plane back home as we said farewell to Egypt.
***********************
The plane ride didn't really help my flu spell much. In fact, it made it worst. But I wanted to be careful to make sure I wasn't pregnant, so I locked my bathroom door to take a pregnancy test. After a few minutes of waiting, I held the test up to my face.
It had read "Positive." The feeling of joy overwhelmed me, and I ran out to show Marley.
"That's great, babe."
"You don't seem that exicted that we're gonna be parents..."
"I know. It's just that, well... I never really liked kids."
Note: There is an inappropriate scene towards the end of this post. Read at your own risk!
*Kristine's POV*
"So... have you ever been to Egypt at all?" Marley finished packing his suitcase for our honeymoon to the ancient country.
"No... I haven't even been out of the country before." After we packed our bags, we left the quintuplets in charge and took the cab to the airport.
********************
Loudly, I yelped and stayed in the doorway. To say the truth, I've been afraid of fire since the early days of my 100 Baby Challenge, but Marley quickly stepped on the stone tab to put out the fires. The next room we headed in to was filled with beautiful treasures and statues.
Marley moved the statues around until two of them were on the object pads while I collected all the treasure and we headed into the next room, one with diving wells and something that looked like a clay dresser.
Marley checked in the clay thing, but there wasn't anything in there, so he dived into one of the four diving wells. I checked over the well to make sure he was okay underwater. It was all fine until he came back up with a look of utter terror on his face. Cautiously, I peered behind me, and came face to face with a mummy.
The mummy seemed somewhat peaceful, like he wasn't furious because we disturbed his tomb. He sauntered around while we went into the next room.
The next room seemed like a small dining room, with hieroglyphics and pictures of gods painted onto the chairs. Together, Marley and I continued into the next room, which had an odd cyan glow to it. We quickly learned that it was the last room, and we exited the Sphinx unharmed. We've been in that tomb for 2 and a half days, and I knew our vacation would soon end.
As we dragged ourselves into our tent, Marley pulled me into a tight embrace and started pecking at my lips. Once we were inside the tent, I zipped up the tent while we started taking our clothes off, piece by piece until we were butt naked.
******************
I woke up the next morning, feeling crummy and slipping into a bathrobe. I didn't know why I felt so sick this morning. Quickly, I ruled out pregnancy because I haven't had a baby in years, and I knew I wouldn't have another soon. It was probably just the flu and I'd be okay. But today was the last day of our honeymoon, so we went to the market to buy some souvenirs and leave quietly.
Marley and I really didn't buy much of anything. Just a snake charming basket and a scooter. The gems and ancient coins we collected inside the Sphinx were already a great souvenir. Then, we boarded the plane back home as we said farewell to Egypt.
***********************
The plane ride didn't really help my flu spell much. In fact, it made it worst. But I wanted to be careful to make sure I wasn't pregnant, so I locked my bathroom door to take a pregnancy test. After a few minutes of waiting, I held the test up to my face.
It had read "Positive." The feeling of joy overwhelmed me, and I ran out to show Marley.
"That's great, babe."
"You don't seem that exicted that we're gonna be parents..."
"I know. It's just that, well... I never really liked kids."
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