I am crawling in the darkness, full-blown, combat creep. My coordinates? Spare bedroom. Destination? Baby bed.
Chirping fills the air, then slight whimpering and a tiny sob. My mission is to calm the baby. I cannot let her see me.
I approach like a soldier on reconnaissance. At three months, my Baby is a social butterfly. If she sees one sign of a face she bursts into smiles and is ready to party. We will never get any sleep.
Whatever you do, Gran, don’t let her see you. I approach baby zone and peek through the mesh of the portable crib. There is the rocking swaddler. She’s looking right at me. Duck!
I reach one hand above my head and carefully carefully rock the crib. Back-and-forth back-and-forth. Can’t reveal my position. I rock covertly. I’m hovering in the darkness.
I have the honor of being in Baby Quarantine. There is nothing so entertaining and exhausting.
After all, people, I am 63 years old. It’s been a while since I’ve lifted 14 pounds of deadweight drooling infant on a regular basis.
What makes it worse, this baby is squirmy and wiggly and giggly and reaching.
She’s a wonderful, powerful bundle of joy. I’m loving it. But….
I’m worn out !
By baby bedtime I’m beat, but I try to be an adult and clean the kitchen.
Usually, I just fall asleep in front of the TV .
What are you doing in your quarantine? Are you, like me, doing diaper duty? Are you washing loads of laundry? Are you trying to keep a kitchen clean, although it’s constantly in use?
Most importantly, are you basking in the joy of being thrown together with people you adore?
What about you? Email me and let me know what you’re doing in quarantine. – I’m excited to write about your creative ideas!
Hope to see you online. –
Got to go. Baby’s crying.