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  • Sandy Turner: The days and nights of infancy seem long

  • I’m stressed out. It’s time delayed, as the past week’s events are now wreaking havoc on my central nervous system. I need to re-boot, but I think I’m having a complete system failure.

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  • I’m stressed out. It’s time delayed, as the past week’s events are now wreaking havoc on my central nervous system. I need to re-boot, but I think I’m having a complete system failure.
    The grandson was admitted to the hospital for a staph infection caused by his circumcision. I learned more than I ever wanted to know about staph infections, and it’s scary to think how easy it is to get one from the place that’s supposed to be the most sterile.
    Luckily, it was just a topical infection and not in his blood stream. It didn’t make him sick, although he was sick and tired of being poked, prodded and handled. My daughter, on the other hand, was sick with worry. Her husband was the voice of logic, for both of us, as we fretted and cried, he’d calmly repeat the reassuring words from the test results and doctors reports that everything would be OK. The baby even realized he was the only one being rational and seemed to be most content lying on his lap.
    On the last night’s stay I offered to sleep over at the hospital and give our voice of reason a good night sleep in his own bed. He took me up on it. It’s been a long time since I’ve spent a sleepless night with an infant and I’ll admit, I’ve forgotten how hard it is to be a new mom.
    Worrying that the antibiotics were making him sick, every cry seemed alarming. My daughters’ only sleep came from sitting in a recliner, holding him, while he was sleeping. I forgot how time consuming it is to feed a baby every couple of hours – the burping, spitting up, changing diapers and then, just as soon as they fall asleep, it’s time to start the whole process all over again.
    The constant worries of whether he’s eating enough or too much, is he spitting up or throwing up, does he want to be held or left alone. I watched my daughter tend to his every need, as though she’d been a mom for years, and not just three weeks. I was in awe of my baby taking care of her baby. Putting her worries and stress aside, functioning on fumes at this point, I was only there to give moral support.
    I watched the clock tick through the night and by the time the sun came up I was counting the hours until I could crawl under my own covers and sleep. It’s been a long time since I’ve pulled an all-nighter and even though my mind said I could do it, my body thought otherwise. Now that they’re home, safe and sound, I’m exhausted.
    Page 2 of 2 - Little do they know they are in for years of sleepless nights of worry which are quickly forgotten among the days of joy. The days of infancy seem to be long, although time passes faster than you realize and before you know it, they’re headed off to kindergarten, high school, and college, married and having babies of their own.
    Maybe it’s the nerves, lack of sleep or too many chocolate covered pretzels but I’m seriously sentimental right now. I don’t know whether to cry because time has passed by too fast or laugh because I’m the grandma now and not the new mom.
    Sandy Turner lives in Independence. Email her at sandydownhome@hotmail.com
     
     
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