Rachel’s sudden movement got the big baby’s attention though, and she twisted around, letting go of the railing and so plopping on her back. She sat up, unbothered by her tumble onto the soft mattress, and extended her dirty, disgusting hands towards Rachel, as though expecting a hug. Having no intention of cuddling the messy girl, Rachel dropped the side of the crib and slipped out of it. Her legs folded beneath her as soon as they reached the floor, forcing her to crawl across the room to the other crib.
Rising to her knees Rachel managed to get hold of the other crib’s railing. She pulled herself up to a standing position, her legs quaky but holding, and dropped the side. Danny was awake already too. Her eighteen-year old brother was still dressed in a yellow terry onesie, playing with his feet.