How long it has been for you to hold a month old crying baby girl and make her asleep by gentle talking, crooning and tiptoed walking?
The experience is really sweet and heart warming.
These days, i am at my native taking care of my sick mother and sleeping with my sister at nights and helping her nurse her one month old baby girl. The little one is cute beyond expressions. Though she has names yet i call her pomegranate. Her little soft cheeks are plump and she literally resembles a round red pomegranate. i enjoy being with my sister and her little baby.
i am writing this post in very odd hours because i have just made the baby asleep. First, she drank milk like she was never fed earlier and this bottle was her last chance at survival. Yeah, babies make you look like a worst parent. Anyway, she drank the milk with Buddha sort of expressions on face but did not hesitate to spill some out during the process of burping. Another sign of being a bad caretaker. It's their fault they have over-fed themselves but the blame always goes to the parent/caretaker for not matching the amount of milk and the baby's age. Finally she took a gentle burp. Now that i am awake, why not to bother everyone around me? This thought must have caught her so she started crying despite of full tummy and no issues. i am certainly a bad baby caretaker.
i held her in my arms and started walking. Tried to show her how good we look together in the mirror but she refused. i started walking and then added a gentle whiff of crooning her favorite lullaby. Yes. She has a liking to a particular song. Slowly she started to settle, in my arms. She was looking at me and the surroundings through big eyes. i felt i could talk to her whole night but since it'd largely be a monologue, the idea was not worth taking in.
She looked here and there and everywhere and when she thought she had finally covered the little world around with suspicion and silent interrogation, she decided to yawn. A baby's yawn is so pretty! With my sweet singing plus gentle cradling in arms, she slowly drifted to sleep. See! i am not that bad in taking care of babies. i can score some brownie points.
i sat down on the bed with her in my lap now. Thankfully, she was still sleeping. Watching her with great affection prone eyes, i adjusted the oiled hair on her forehead, her head position, wrapped her well in the blanket, caressed her soft cheeks...all the while continuing to croon her fav. lullaby. The transformation from a wailing baby to a sleepy one was so warm that it melted my heart. i have been doing it since i am here but for the first time tonight, i decided to blog post about it. Babies are wonders and the way my little pomegranate slept peacefully in my arms, it made me happy.
You'd think that i'd have kept her down on her tiny bed where she must have continued sleeping in bliss but alas! Babies are really unpredictable (and devilish). The moment i tried to keep her on bed, she squirmed first and then her face contorted and finally, an agonized screech from her slender throat started off. She finally proved. i am not as good as her mother. Thankfully, my sister pitched in and took her from me. i said sorry because i was the one who had awaken the baby in the first place. Probably the motherhood has made my sister kinder and softer. She did not yell at me as she would have done before the baby.
Now i am sitting on a chair in the corner of the dimly lit room and can see both of them sleeping silently. This moment is simple and happens regularly but i choose to cherish it. Being able to help my sister with her new motherhood makes me happy. i am anyway a terrible big sister. Okay! That was a lie. i can't afford to ruin my image in a single blog post at length. i am a good sister and prefer to tend to my siblings whenever they need.
So this was the little story from my side of world. Which piece you have lived in your corner today?