hawg
Sep 24th, 2006, 7:26 pm
Well, thought I would share just one of the many stories I decided to write about our little moments with our grandbabies. Chronicles in a story form seem to be the best way to be sure our children get a glimpse of the joy they have given Linda and me. I plan on publishing a small book in the future with these stories in order to give each of our four (4!!!) grandchildren. :thumb:
Anyways, here is just one...hope you enjoy it as much as I did when writing it!!! :D:D:D
Baby Hawk and Colic
Grandbaby number three, Nicholas Hawk Morley, was born on June 8, 2006, the second child of our daughter and her husband. Both babies were boys, born within 19 months of each other. Oh, joy! TWO babies in diapers and we get to have ‘em both at the same time each weekend! Sort of like the old 1960’s TV commercial for Doublemint chewing gum…”Double your pleasure, double your fun!”
But wait there is one little complication in the grandparents’ good fortune. Seems like baby Hawk has all the symptoms of colic! Now, for those of you who have never been around babies with colic, just think of trying to focus on threading a sewing machine with it running at full tilt whilst someone is scratching thousands of fingernails on a chalkboard for 8 hours straight!!! Yeah, it’s that bad. But the Good Lord has yet more in store for the saintly patient grandparents, oh yes, yes, indeed. Actually it was for me, “Pop”, as I awoke at 1:00 am to relieve Grammy from baby-sitting in the other room. She has already endured 7 straight hours of colic-induced crying. Now, it is Pop’s turn.
All went well as six-week old baby Hawk slept, making little baby noises and grunts until about 4:00 am. Grammy did a great job putting him down! But now, it is time to fix another bottle. I knew without a doubt. How? Well, baby Hawk told me in no uncertain terms with his incessant demands! That’s a no-brainer even for a sleepy grandpa.
So, Pop goes about feeding the little booger and it took all of fifteen minutes and three burping rituals to drain the bottle. So far, so good. Heh, heh…”this ain’t so hard, now is it?”, as I thought, prematurely congratulating myself with my grandparenting abilities. Pop rules…heh, heh…
But…I was slowly reminded of the reality about to confront Pop…by a smell from the underworld. What a devilish act perpetrated by such an innocent, dear, sweet baby. The odor wafted across my face and forced my bloodshot-eyes into a crossed position. Arggghhh!
Pop defends himself with a mighty effort to hold his breath while managing a dignified smile to no one in particular. We were alone and we had a problem…Holy crap, Pop forgot about THIS part…who rules now? Huh?
THIS part was a biological fact…that colic-stricken babies also tend to have symptoms of upset tummies with attendant discharges that necessitate frequent diaper changing. Okay, no big deal. That is what you get with darling leetle babies and in this modern world, we have all kinds of conveniences to make baby-changing a much easier and somewhat more enjoyable (?) chore. Things like a diaper-changing board placed over the fold-up bed. Diaper containers and baby-wipes close at hand. No more cloth diapers with pins and smelly pots in which to place the soiled diapers. Easy-open and close diapers with “sticky” tabs and even a wind-up mobile with Winnie-the-Pooh and Tigger, too! to keep the leetle one entertained.
So, as one popular comedian would say, “Git ‘r done!”...methodically unbutton the blasted little snaps on the “one-sie” outfit. Open the sticky tabs on the diapers while holding baby by his feet up in the dark and survey the collateral damage. Yikes! This baby didn’t have an upset tummy, he had a nuclear meltdown!! Man, this just ain’t right!!!
Grab the wipes and start mopping up the now upside-down infant…grab some more and some more! Okay, not too bad, now but don’t forget to place a diaper or towel over the leetle one’s front side to avoid christening! Grab a new diaper, lift the baby upside-down again and place the diaper unfolded under his leetle tush…not so hard to do, huh? Shoot, ol’ Pop is getting pretty good at this!
SPLATTTTTTT!!!!
Huh? What was that noise? What is that warm, thick liquid running down the full length of my right arm from my elbow to my hand? What the….????
…ohhhhhh… that wafting odor again, and that oozing liquid…that could only have been the one dastardly thing in this world that parents and grandparents fear the most from our darling little ones…
PROJECTILE DIARRHEA!!!
Holy !*$#@!
Crying at one end and spraying out the other. What is Pop to do?...
Oh, Lordy….
(Twenty minutes later…)
What a sight to behold…Pop rocking baby Hawk to sleep whilst humming and singing in a low voice, all the while pushing on the pacifier to make sure the constant sucking and releasing didn’t force a another discharge, of the rubber thingy kind. Baby Hawk settles down and closes his eyes. Another twenty minutes of rocking and Pop takes the baby and places him face down on the blanket spread on the couch and…slowly…lets go….
Ahhhh…it worked! Baby rests with his hind-end in the air and with his arms and knees under him while he sleeps like a …well, like a baby.
Hallelujah, what a sight to behold. Moments like these are truly satisfying to my soul. I lie beside him and pat him on the back. No sleeping for Pop, oh, no…moments like these are to savor. My soul and my heart are filled with joy and slumber must await ‘til dawn and a new day.
Anyways, here is just one...hope you enjoy it as much as I did when writing it!!! :D:D:D
Baby Hawk and Colic
Grandbaby number three, Nicholas Hawk Morley, was born on June 8, 2006, the second child of our daughter and her husband. Both babies were boys, born within 19 months of each other. Oh, joy! TWO babies in diapers and we get to have ‘em both at the same time each weekend! Sort of like the old 1960’s TV commercial for Doublemint chewing gum…”Double your pleasure, double your fun!”
But wait there is one little complication in the grandparents’ good fortune. Seems like baby Hawk has all the symptoms of colic! Now, for those of you who have never been around babies with colic, just think of trying to focus on threading a sewing machine with it running at full tilt whilst someone is scratching thousands of fingernails on a chalkboard for 8 hours straight!!! Yeah, it’s that bad. But the Good Lord has yet more in store for the saintly patient grandparents, oh yes, yes, indeed. Actually it was for me, “Pop”, as I awoke at 1:00 am to relieve Grammy from baby-sitting in the other room. She has already endured 7 straight hours of colic-induced crying. Now, it is Pop’s turn.
All went well as six-week old baby Hawk slept, making little baby noises and grunts until about 4:00 am. Grammy did a great job putting him down! But now, it is time to fix another bottle. I knew without a doubt. How? Well, baby Hawk told me in no uncertain terms with his incessant demands! That’s a no-brainer even for a sleepy grandpa.
So, Pop goes about feeding the little booger and it took all of fifteen minutes and three burping rituals to drain the bottle. So far, so good. Heh, heh…”this ain’t so hard, now is it?”, as I thought, prematurely congratulating myself with my grandparenting abilities. Pop rules…heh, heh…
But…I was slowly reminded of the reality about to confront Pop…by a smell from the underworld. What a devilish act perpetrated by such an innocent, dear, sweet baby. The odor wafted across my face and forced my bloodshot-eyes into a crossed position. Arggghhh!
Pop defends himself with a mighty effort to hold his breath while managing a dignified smile to no one in particular. We were alone and we had a problem…Holy crap, Pop forgot about THIS part…who rules now? Huh?
THIS part was a biological fact…that colic-stricken babies also tend to have symptoms of upset tummies with attendant discharges that necessitate frequent diaper changing. Okay, no big deal. That is what you get with darling leetle babies and in this modern world, we have all kinds of conveniences to make baby-changing a much easier and somewhat more enjoyable (?) chore. Things like a diaper-changing board placed over the fold-up bed. Diaper containers and baby-wipes close at hand. No more cloth diapers with pins and smelly pots in which to place the soiled diapers. Easy-open and close diapers with “sticky” tabs and even a wind-up mobile with Winnie-the-Pooh and Tigger, too! to keep the leetle one entertained.
So, as one popular comedian would say, “Git ‘r done!”...methodically unbutton the blasted little snaps on the “one-sie” outfit. Open the sticky tabs on the diapers while holding baby by his feet up in the dark and survey the collateral damage. Yikes! This baby didn’t have an upset tummy, he had a nuclear meltdown!! Man, this just ain’t right!!!
Grab the wipes and start mopping up the now upside-down infant…grab some more and some more! Okay, not too bad, now but don’t forget to place a diaper or towel over the leetle one’s front side to avoid christening! Grab a new diaper, lift the baby upside-down again and place the diaper unfolded under his leetle tush…not so hard to do, huh? Shoot, ol’ Pop is getting pretty good at this!
SPLATTTTTTT!!!!
Huh? What was that noise? What is that warm, thick liquid running down the full length of my right arm from my elbow to my hand? What the….????
…ohhhhhh… that wafting odor again, and that oozing liquid…that could only have been the one dastardly thing in this world that parents and grandparents fear the most from our darling little ones…
PROJECTILE DIARRHEA!!!
Holy !*$#@!
Crying at one end and spraying out the other. What is Pop to do?...
Oh, Lordy….
(Twenty minutes later…)
What a sight to behold…Pop rocking baby Hawk to sleep whilst humming and singing in a low voice, all the while pushing on the pacifier to make sure the constant sucking and releasing didn’t force a another discharge, of the rubber thingy kind. Baby Hawk settles down and closes his eyes. Another twenty minutes of rocking and Pop takes the baby and places him face down on the blanket spread on the couch and…slowly…lets go….
Ahhhh…it worked! Baby rests with his hind-end in the air and with his arms and knees under him while he sleeps like a …well, like a baby.
Hallelujah, what a sight to behold. Moments like these are truly satisfying to my soul. I lie beside him and pat him on the back. No sleeping for Pop, oh, no…moments like these are to savor. My soul and my heart are filled with joy and slumber must await ‘til dawn and a new day.