Sisters Log, Day 4: You were a colicky baby. Colic is one of the most stressful, trying, and emotionally debilitating times any parent can go through. You cant understand it until youve gone through it yourself; until youve had to watch your precious baby go through hours of seemingly endless, painful writhing that has no cause and therefore, no cure. Being unable to fix your childs problem is sheer agony. I would watch mom and I would wince from her helplessness. So when you finally rested, it was understood that not another sound was to be made in the house. You could just feel the great sigh of relief emanating from the entire household, although not too loudly. The ultimate taboo would be to purposely, or even accidently cause you to stir. Oh, but I did. I wasnt a mischievous child in the least, but I could never resist the lure of a sleeping baby Ian. Countless nights, I snuck into your room and I took sleeping you from your crib and I would hold you in my arms on the window seat that was mine before it was yours. Although I knew the trouble I would be in if you ever woke up, I never stopped to think of it. I loved holding you in the quiet, still of the night. You made me feel happy when sometimes nothing else could. You never once woke up. That cover with the bunny on it that was to be your childhood security blanket; I have it now and I cherish it immensely. I love you so much. Precious memories, how they linger, how they ever flood my soul. In the stillness of the midnight, precious sacred scenes unfold.
Posted on: Sun, 09 Nov 2014 01:56:00 +0000
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