Tink

"Oh please stop crying... You are my sunshine, my only sunshine - you make me happy... here, here, it's not so bad...oh sweetie, did you get an owie today? Tell me all about it.... shu shu shu shwa la la la tomorrow is another day... oh, please, please, please don't cry...here, let's try this, is this better? Are you hungry? Old MacDonald had a farm...and bingo was his name O...Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound... sh sh shshshshhh...honey bunny... it's not so bad...."

The crying continues as I warm up a bottle, while doing lunges and swoops with a tired infant letting me know she's unhappy with my technique.

"Here, try this...see, that's good stuff...I know, I know, it's not as good as mom's but it's all we've got tonight...give it a try. Gross, huh? I know. Chocolate would've been much better. Oh, please don't cry. Here. You don't have to drink it. How's that? Just suck on the nipple. Really. Trust me on this. Just , yeah, that's right. You are my sunshine, my only sunshine... sh sh shshshshhhhhh, there. He is Lord, He is Lord, He is risen from the dead and He is Lord...Ok OK. No more singing. Here, just relax. Shhhhh shhhh. What've you been up to lately? Read any good books? Been to the beach recently? How do you think those Canuck's are doing tonight? Shhh shhh shhh. There's that's better..."

As she gets quiet, I notice the red light on the monitor hopping all over the place. Her 2 year old brother is talking to himself in his crib.

I gently lower myself into the rocking chair and carefully reposition her so that I'm comfortable. When she gives up that big sigh, I know she's asleep enough for me to pull the nipple out of her mouth. Not wanting to wake her, or disturb her brother, I sit very quietly and rock back and forth. And pray for her. And her brother. And her mom and dad who are on their first "date" since having their son 2 years ago. Seeing I've gotten to know her mom through my writing group - I prayed for all them too.

And then moved on to my Creation kids. And then my family. And my extended family. And so on...



My arms have been needing to hold a newborn for awhile. The crying part I could have done without, but with sunshine comes rain - and her 'cry til I pass out' really only lasted 10 minutes.

Before I knew it, my hour was up. Her mom and dad were back way before I was ready to leave.

Thanks, Andie for sharing her with me.

Three things I'm thankful for:
1. Babies. Girl babies who smell sweet. And sigh.
2. Two year olds who quietly talk to themselves for an hour in their cribs.
3. The opportunity to be still and pray for everyone I love.
4. You know those trees beside the airport? I parked underneath them today. During rush hour (5pm). And took pictures. With people driving by. I've been trying since suppertime to post them... but blogger is simply not cooperating. Again. I'm thankful that I can post them to the O's Photo Album.
5. It's midnight. And I'm going to bed. Seven hours of sleep tonight?

Shalom,