Just Another Day

Admittedly it was a better day. The pain from the shots had subsided, and when I arrived the next morning, the boy was full of smiles! Happy, happy, happy. This made mommy and Melody very happy. Yay for no pain! Yay for no drugs! And not a doctor in sight.......

Of course, thinks smiling baby Lakyn, Melody might get bored .......I should provide her with some sort of entertainment today.

Let' s see.....what should I do? I know. I'll scream when she changes my diaper. I really do hate that. But what would be even better is if I pee while she's changing my diaper. I will get pee all over the changing table and my outfit. And then while she goes to get me another outfit, I'll poop in my clean new diaper.

"Lakyn! I just changed you! You stink!" Frustration. Here comes another diaper and the new outfit- which produces even more screaming because the child really hates getting dressed. I try to get the shirt over his head as quickly as possible.

I hate getting dressed. Why did I pee on the other outfit? Oh, well.....the pooping was classic. I am so funny. What is wrong with this outfit? Something does not feel right.

"Oh, Lakyn...it's not that bad....it's your fault, anyway...you went potty on the other shirt. I just have to button it...almost done.....oh, where is the pacifier? Maybe that will quiet you down."

I feel around searching for the little object. What is wrong with this outfit? Oh.....the pacifier is stuck inside of it! Figures.

Oh, she keeps messing with the outfit. Just pick me up, already! Can't we be finished with this changing thing? Thank you. It's about time you give me the pacifier! Now just hold me......I have been traumatized!

Good grief. Pee, poop, pacifiers.......o.k. I will just sit down and rock the child for awhile.

Ah, this is better....I am comfortable again. I think that is enough entertaining the babysitter for now. Let's just rock........

Traumatic Experiences

I never liked shots. Who does, really? Obviously some people are more accepting of it than others, but a big needle poking me is not something that makes me think happy thoughts. And when you are itty bitty and don't understand what is going on, a shot is just something that ruins your day!

Poor little Lakyn had his first round of shots yesterday, and he was so unhappy. I spent the day telling him that doctors are terribly mean people and how sorry I was that they treated him so badly. I participated in his drug therapy- doses of tylenol every 3-4 hours (it was obvious when the medicine was wearing off). The screaming was just so sad - I have mentioned that the boy has a serious set of lungs and at times the screaming is frustrating, but this was totally necessary. I mean, the poor child has 3 little holes in his legs- there is such a thing as screaming at an appropriate time and for good reason. Thankfully tylenol made him sleepy- so there was relief from pain and suffering for awhile.

We spent the afternoon on the bed. I watched t.v. with a little bundle on my chest. Apparently this is his favorite sleeping position and because of the terrible situation he had endured, I indulged him. I really didn't mind too much. He would wake up briefly, cry a little like a wounded puppy, and then cuddle up again, trying to forget the painful memories of doctors and needles by going back to dreamland, content with the knowledge that this babysitter lady was definitely not someone who would poke him with a sharp object. In fact, he might consider forgiving her for being so slow about getting the bottle ready...........and he might even smile a little at her.....oh, wait, the tylenol just wore off.....AAAHHHHHHHH!

Quote of the Night

At church tonight I asked the kids the question we learned last week:

"What is the Bible?"

Karissa (age 5): "the Word of God"

Me: "Haydyn, what is the Bible? The Bible is the.....?"

Haydyn (age 3): "Chips! We have chips at home."

Classic. I laughed out loud.

For the record, he did say the correct answer later on.

Different Point of View



Why does life have to be so difficult? If only I were bigger and knew how to communicate with these people. This is a strange world- everything is big and bright.

Oh, here comes that person again.....the one that is NOT my mommy. Whenever she shows up, Mommy disappears for awhile. Hunger.....time to let her know I'm not happy. It's a good thing I am so good at screaming. Oh, why does it take so long? Just stop bouncing me and put the food in my mouth! Oh......the hunger is extreme.....maybe I need to scream louder.......finally...food. It's so wonderful and makes my tummy feel so warm and happy. Now to study this non-mommy person. Hmmm...she doesn't look too evil. At least she knows how to hold the bottle at the right angle......wait- don't take it out! What are you doing, person? I DO NOT drink too fast! I'm gonna holler if you don't give it back....thank you. I do not understand these much bigger people.



Oh, this is so great. I just lie here and drink the bottle.....she holds me. Hey, there's big brother looking at me again. He must like me. Of course he does. I mean, why wouldn't he? I love it when so many people pay attention to me. Oh wait.....she's taking the bottle again. I know it wasn't empty.....come on.....pat, pat, pat...why do we have to do this patting the back thing before I finish my food?



Hmmm.....where are we going? Oh, no, not the little table thing. Please....don't ....why are you taking off my clothes? I hate being exposed for all to see! It's cold....oh, and the wipe is freezing. Ok....I'm screaming. This is terrbily uncomfortable. And the outfit over the head. Why do you torture me, lady? Who cares if I spit up all over it? Can't you take the smell? Now a new one over the head again and I have to scrunch my arms into the little holes. This is not my idea of a good time. Just keep screaming...maybe she'll stop......whew! I hope we don't have to do that again for awhile.

The joys of little bitty babies.....I sometimes wonder what is going on in their young minds. It should be simple really- feed them, change them, rock them. They are the ones that make it complicated, right? They don't want to be wet, but they hate being changed. They don't want to take time to burp, but they hate having gas. Well, life goes on.....and, hey, at least they're cute!

Little Bitty Baby

My latest charge is tiny. I met him when he was 3 days old. It has been awhile since I have taken care of a newborn. I always have these horrible visions of him falling out of my arms and onto the floor. Thankfully these have not been prophetic visions!

Let me make it very clear that this is not an ugly baby! He is super cute with lots of black hair sticking up all over his head. However, he is very LOUD! I swear his lungs must be too big for his body. When the face starts crinkling up and the mouth opens, watch out.......it will not be a pretty sound. The kid has me running around - grabbing the pacifier or the bottle and him and rushing off to the bedroom, closing the door behind me. This is our secret hideout complete with squeaky rocking chair, diapers, wipes, burp rags and bassinet. And yes, we have to hide out because mommy works at home as a massage therapist, and while all of her clients think the baby is "adorable", they don't really like to hear him scream.

So little Lakyn and I are holed up in the back of the house until the crying stops. On one of my first days with him he started fussing. I scooped him up and set him down on mommy and daddy's bed with his pacifier. I went in to use the bathroom and when I came back he had used the bathroom. The new diapers did not do their job. Please someone explain this to me: if the boy is lying on the bed, how does the pee-pee totally soak the back and not the front of him? It drenched through his outfit, the comforter and the sheets. I was amazed at the amount of pee that had come out, since I had changed him less than 30 minutes before. And he hates getting changed! The screaming continued as I cleaned him up and put on a new diaper and a new outfit. Finally the bottle brought peace.......until the next drama. And trust me, there's always drama!