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  • Sandy Turner: When the wind blows, the grandma may fall

  • Battling sleep deprivation and aching arms, I understand now why my daughters always look so tired. After an overnight stay with the youngest grandbaby, he convinced me I’m definitely no spring chicken.

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  • Battling sleep deprivation and aching arms, I understand now why my daughters always look so tired. After an overnight stay with the youngest grandbaby, he convinced me I’m definitely no spring chicken.
     Two-month-old babies aren’t sure what they want, but until you figure it out, they’re going to cry. It didn’t faze us in the least and that’s why grandparents are the best babysitters. Not only can the grandchildren do no wrong, but we also know the parents will come back, eventually, so patience comes easily.
    My daughter pre-warned us the evening hours were his fussy time. They even have a name for it – it’s called the bewitching hour. I get it now. As soon as the sun went down, the grandsons’ antennae went up and it was all hands on deck. Apparently we had forgotten what it’s like to be in charge of an infant, because we thought we were going to watch a movie.
    It’s one thing to hear a baby crying in the supermarket or restaurant, but when it’s your grandchild, it’s agony. I would do anything to make him happy and I’m pretty sure he’s already figured that out as he did his best napping in my arms and when awake he managed to keep us hopping – literally – as we took turns walking, rocking and patting. I’m more out of shape than I thought as the 12-pound baby made my arms and back sore and I have an annoying kink in my neck from staring down at him for hours at a time.
    The instructions (typed, numbered and precise – what else would you expect from a veterinarian) said to put him down for the night around 9 p.m. By this time I was more than ready to say goodnight and thought I had it in the bag as he finished off the bottle and was sound asleep. Very carefully and quietly I lay him in his sleeping gadget (the new and improved bassinette), turned on the fancy sound machine and night light. As soon as I released him, his eyes popped open, the bottom lip came out, he stared me down, and when I didn’t make the move to pick him up, the crying began.
    The grandson became my personal trainer as I made eight trips up and down the stairs, while he played his, “I want to sleep in grandma’s arms” card and I fell for it, hook, line and sinker. Eventually he stayed asleep and I was able to catch four hours of shut eye before the next round began. This time, after feeding, changing, rocking and patting, and the clock said 4 a.m., I decided to try another method so I could shut both of our eyes. I’m sure the baby books say not to do this, but he wasn’t going to sleep anywhere but on me, so I figured I may as well be lying down instead of sitting up. He slept for another hour, while I lay there with my eyes wide open, scared to fall asleep.
    Page 2 of 2 - When his parents picked him up all I could think about was taking a nap. After napping, all I could think of was, when can we babysit again?
    It’s grand to be a grandparent.
    Sandy Turner lives in Independence. Email her at sandydownhome@hotmail.com
     
     
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