“Nana, she wants my grits!”
As I relax for a while this afternoon and relive events from the past 24 hours, I am reminded of how quickly time passes and how seasons change when we aren’t looking. We are continually depositing memories into our life account. When we are older and have more time to ourselves, may we all have a vast sum to draw from.
Last night this nana decided there would be a sleepover with both of my granddaughters. My 7 yr old Ayda, who is on spring break from NC and my little local Cali, who celebrated her 1st last week. Ayda was staying with Nana anyway and Cali’s mommy was at the point of sleep deprivation where I thought it best to intervene and give her a break.
As I knew it would be, the night was long, yet too short and both glorious and exhausting and that’s okay. Such is life.
Our little one was nicknamed monkey-butt while still serving her time in the NICU. This was due to her inclination towards wrapping her tiny little toes around the hospital bed bars and hanging on. Last night, her antics were better described as monkey-business. First she doggedly pursued her elder cousin determined to share her bowl of cheese grits. Ayda was very patient and kind and actually enjoyed her “big cousin” role as Cali crawled after her like the energizer bunny and repeatedly stuck her fingers in the bowl. Yes, I could have made Ayda go to the table, but what would be the fun in that? It was an after dinner snack.
Next they played with a stiff, stuffed cat with a leash that meowed incessantly. I honesty tried to let it go on, but the noise unfortunately wasn’t falling on deaf ears and I could only suffer for so long. That kind of toy is supposed to be what I buy to send home with them, not the other way around. Following my interruption of the cat game, they began to play with plastic eggs. Ayda would roll one and Cali would chase after it only to have it slip from her slobbery little fingers so she could chase it again. We got a few laughs out of that.
Later, Miss Cali persevered and achieved a record for her latest night ever. She managed to keep Nana and Papa awake until after 10 pm, a first for her. Her mommy usually has her in bed well before 7 so we aren’t sure what provoked the late night. The way she kept eyeballing the front door, I suspect she was waiting for mommy and daddy. Ayda snuggled up with a blanket on the couch and gave up around 9, probably tired of the tiny ones shenanigans.
Since Papa had to work bright and early, he headed off for the guest room as I had pulled the pack and play into ours. We both knew the long night was likely just beginning and he needed to sleep. Sure enough, she was up around midnight to polish off a bottle which Nana couldn’t heat fast enough and then up again from 4 to 5 just because. Ayda came through right before five for a potty break and made frantic motions indicating that she needed the bathroom light on. I did the only thing I could do. Rocking back and forth (back aching) with a sleepy infant on my chest, I grabbed my kindle and turned it on and threw it to the end of the bed. I whispered, “Use that for a light”. She went in there, kindle in hand and did her business like a trooper. I recall wondering if I would hear the kindle splash and realizing if it meant the baby stayed asleep, I didn’t care. I would deal with that tomorrow.
When Cali sat up and made her “laughing with my binky in my mouth” sound around 6:15, I knew she was ready to roll and I was certainly ready for coffee and wondering again why I had offered to do this.
Ayda was up shortly thereafter and starving, so she needed breakfast. Cali was hungry too so I attempted to please both of them, but not before pouring myself a nice, large, piping hot, cup of coffee. Papa took Cali as he knew this wasn’t a job for the non-caffeinated nana. Cali started making poop noises about this time, so I figured I better wait to feed her when she was finished making room.
As soon as Ayda was finished eating, she picked up her “new” notebook, which in reality had been MY new cute notebook, but not anymore. She began to recite aloud all of the words she had written down to teach Cali. I had to listen carefully to each one, or they would be repeated. Clean diapered Cali was on my lap, trying to get to my phone and the remote controls, whichever one required more pain for Nana’s miscellaneous body parts.
About this time, Ayda decided she needed the laptop to look up facts about New Orleans and she was still hungry. Cali was cranky due to lack of sleep and Nana was barely awake herself. I put Cali down, which made her mad, ran to the other room and googled “facts about New Orleans”, hit submit and ran back to the living room to change Cali’s diaper again. Ayda said, “Nana, its saying no internet found” so I picked up Cali like a football and ran the other direction to assist.
A few moments later, Ayda writing down “facts” and Cali slurping drowsily on a warm bottle, her little eyes rolling back in her head from exhaustion and Papa comes in, closing the front door A LITTLE TOO LOUDLY for Nana’s liking. Cali bolted straight up and looked around smiling and Ayda came in and said, “Nana, did you know that New Orleans was F-O-U-N-D-E-D”, “I said, “founded, honey” and she said, “Yes, founded in 1718”. I said in my most sincere Nana voice, “Wow, what a cool fact! That was over 200 years ago”. She replied, “Nana, you weren’t even born yet, huh?”
I looked down and noticed that monkey butt was fast asleep. Ayda snuggled up to me on the other side and lovingly looked up at me and said, “Nana I am still hungry, but I’m not going to eat again until you can”, thereby melting my heart for about the hundredth time since she arrived.
About that time Cali’s mommy texted and was ready to see her baby. Nana was ready for her to see her baby too.
Oddly enough, a couple of hours later when Ayda and her Mommy and Cali and her Mommy all left on the golf cart for a ride, Nana missed them and found herself looking forward to their return so the chaos could ensue once again. I know Ayda will be gone on Thursday and it will be a while before I see her again and of course, we are still just so thankful that Cali is with us and healthy. I cherish the moments, good and bad, fun and frenzied because I know from experience how quickly this life is passing us by and how we never know what will happen from one moment to the next.
We have to enjoy this crazy, wonderful life and enjoy those the good Lord has blessed us with. I can promise you it’s not always sunshine and rainbows but when there is love and appreciation, you can find the joy in the midst of the mayhem and in the stinkiest of jobs.
Thursday, September 22nd, 4:22am – The bright lights on my bedside clock confirm that I am up way too early for a day that I don’t have to work. As I often do upon awakening, I let the fog dissipate for a moment and realize why I am off today. Today is the big DAY, the day we have prayed and believed for, for over five months now. Barring any complications, you are busting out of Nicklaus Children’s Hospital for your long anticipated homecoming! Of course after I remember all of this, there is no way I will be going back to sleep, work or not. I might as well enjoy my favorite time of the day.
Long walks and dark chocolate 