Since A has been born almost every single night I would rock her to sleep in her room. Every night passing out the kisses and headed to a dark cozy room, soft music going and a blue little teddy bear nightlight lighting up the room. I would hold my baby, rocking her to sleep, all my worries would leave my mind as I walked through her door.
But my baby is no longer taking a bottle, which means I have had a couple of night were I have been able to rock her to sleep, just holding her in my arms...back & forth, back & forth and off to sleep she would go.
The past week, this "baby" has not wanted me to rock her...she squirms all over the place, arching her back and wiggling out of my lap. So I just gently lay her in her bed, cover her up and off to sleep she goes.
The rocker is open.....now for teddy bears & stuffed animals. Will I get to rock another baby to sleep in this cozy rocker...only time will tell. Who knows what is in our future.
But I leave you with this precious poem that I found, about babies not staying babies :-(
Babies Don’t Keep
by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton
Mother, O Mother, come shake out your cloth,
Empty the dustpan, poison the moth,
Hang out the washing, make up the bed,
Sew on a button and butter the bread.
Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She’s up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.
Oh, I’ve grown as shiftless as Little Boy Blue,
Lullabye, rockabye, lullabye loo.
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due
Pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peekaboo
The shopping’s not done and there’s nothing for stew
And out in the yard there’s a hullabaloo
But I’m playing Kanga and this is my Roo
Look! Aren’t his eyes the most wonderful hue?
Lullabye, rockaby lullabye loo.
The cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow
But children grow up as I’ve learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down cobwebs; Dust go to sleep!
I’m rocking my baby and babies don’t keep.
But my baby is no longer taking a bottle, which means I have had a couple of night were I have been able to rock her to sleep, just holding her in my arms...back & forth, back & forth and off to sleep she would go.
The past week, this "baby" has not wanted me to rock her...she squirms all over the place, arching her back and wiggling out of my lap. So I just gently lay her in her bed, cover her up and off to sleep she goes.
The rocker is open.....now for teddy bears & stuffed animals. Will I get to rock another baby to sleep in this cozy rocker...only time will tell. Who knows what is in our future.
But I leave you with this precious poem that I found, about babies not staying babies :-(
Babies Don’t Keep
by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton
Mother, O Mother, come shake out your cloth,
Empty the dustpan, poison the moth,
Hang out the washing, make up the bed,
Sew on a button and butter the bread.
Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She’s up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.
Oh, I’ve grown as shiftless as Little Boy Blue,
Lullabye, rockabye, lullabye loo.
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due
Pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peekaboo
The shopping’s not done and there’s nothing for stew
And out in the yard there’s a hullabaloo
But I’m playing Kanga and this is my Roo
Look! Aren’t his eyes the most wonderful hue?
Lullabye, rockaby lullabye loo.
The cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow
But children grow up as I’ve learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down cobwebs; Dust go to sleep!
I’m rocking my baby and babies don’t keep.
I think you jinxed me! Last night, Mira and I sat down to rock and read a story. She cried when I started reading, so I just gave her her blankies and started to rock her. She squirmed and squirmed until I laid her down. :( She just wanted to put herself to sleep!
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