Monday, November 30, 2009

This Boy Is Going To Be With Me Today

I am so nervous that I can't remember all my chickens' names. Seriously. Like- am I having a stroke?
I don't think so. I think I am merely shifting internally like the ground before a volcano, an earthquake. All my baby-substitutes- my chickens, my dogs, my plants- suddenly seem like vaporous apparitions to me because I am going to be taking care of my grandson today. A real baby. A nine-week old baby. A baby I love who is related to me who will look to me all day long for care and love and food and holding. I am not planning on getting one thing done beside holding him.
And suddenly, I have begun to doubt my abilities. After raising four children and partly raising two brothers, I am not so sure of my ability to keep a baby happy. I don't plan on getting anything at all done today. Not one thing. Because I am going to be holding him all day long.
I'm as nervous as a cat.
I've fed the chickens (what are their names?) and I've talked to my Lizzie on the phone. And I have sheets in the washing machine.
And everything else will have to just go on without me because I am going to be holding my grandson.
Owen. My baby boyfriend. That's what I call him. Because he is my heart's love and I want more than anything in the world to take such good care of him for his mother and his father and mostly, for him.
I'm nervous as a cat. You'd think I'd never done this before.
But I can. I know I can.

He's here.
Wish us luck.

20 comments:

  1. Oh my goodness, what rapture! You have him all to yourself! Holding him all day sounds like a great plan and don't worry you will do fine.

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  2. Harley and I will come over and help entertain too! I want to hold that peanut!!

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  3. Good luck! You will do just fine and dandy.

    There are few people I would trust more with my kid, if I had one.

    Love, SB.

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  4. At the end of the day-and I truly believe this with all my heart, it isn't just lip service-that the rest of it just doesn't matter, as long as that baby is held and loved and fed. The things that HAVE to get done WILL get done, and the rest of it just doesn't matter a single bit. Enjoy; and it will come back to you, I know, but sure, it is nerve-wracking.

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  5. Lucky boy. Lucky Grandma. You'll be better than fine. The day will go by too fast. Have fun.

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  6. Fun babytime! I have a cold and didn't get to hold Waylon last night.

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  7. Pierce one of his ears before giving him back!

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  8. I'll be right over to help!

    Oh, wait. Too far. Right.

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  9. You'll be fine! But I get how you lose your confidence -- keep us posted on how the day goes.

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  10. Happy boy, Happy Grandma and Happy Mommy knowing he's getting loved all day long! You'll do just fine.
    I'm sure the chicken names will come back to you!!

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  11. Hee, my son is my baby boyfriend too, sometimes, I hate to admit.

    It is harder being a granny. Sure, you get to give them back at the end of the day, but if any babysitter treated my kids the way I do, I suppose I'd have to take them to court!

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  12. I'm jealous.
    sorry.... but that is a heaven sent gift of waking up for.
    and if I remember I somehow managed to get ahead of myself during the day because I'd rush around during the sleeps so that nothing would interfere with enjoying every waking moment.
    Unless of course we chose to rest together. Which I did quite a bit and without guilt. It was the best advice my saint of a mother- in -law gave me.
    Enjoy!

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  13. Oh, good luck! What a lucky lucky boy to have so much love around him. And lucky you to get to hold him all day. Try to luxuriate in the feeling like a cat would sleep (I hope that makes sense) - they're not this small for long.

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  14. Oh, I remember how you feel! It was that way with me the first time I kept Brendan at his house alone. Then my house - same way! It took quite a while to drive with him in the car without being totally paranoid about all the other drivers.

    They are our baby boyfriends! For sure!

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  15. A 9 week old baby is such a delight!

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  16. I bet you had a wonderful day, and I bet it was full of smiles for both of you.

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  17. ah that will be a great day for thge two of you..and then petit fleur and her lil one come over too..you will have such fun!!

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  18. Oh how precious! You'll do just fine, I'm sure. Blessings on his little heart and life!

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  19. Lois- Well I did certainly hold him all day and it was fine.

    Ms. Fleur- Thank-you, thank-you, thank-you!!!

    Ms. Bastard- That is a huge compliment. Thank-you, dear.

    Kori- It WAS nerve-wracking. Especially at first.

    Bethany- It did go by fairly fast.

    DTG- That's so sad. Are you okay, honey?

    Daddy X- No. That's going to be his Christmas present.

    Nicol- Thanks. I needed it.

    Steph- I could have used the help.

    Elizabeth- It was a bit scary at first. Phew.

    Mel- They did. Thank god. Otherwise I would have to go and get a brain scan or something.

    Jo- I just pretend there's a nanny-cam on me all day. Ha!

    Deb- I might as well sleep with him because he won't sleep unless I'm holding him anyway!

    Mwa- And don't I know it! Lily was his age about three days ago.

    Joy- Oh, the driving! It's so scary!

    Ms. Lucy- He sure can come up with some goofy grins.

    Ginger- We had a few.

    Danielle- And they did and I was so glad.

    Angie- Thank-you and thank-you for visiting and for taking time to comment.

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