This blog started out as a way to cope with our sweet little babe who cried waayyy to much. Our little babe is now two years old.. she's in a much happier place (most days).. and so are we. I can't bring myself to change the name. But this blog is less about the colic.. and more about our lives.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Ode to The Swing
It stopped. The swing. It stopped (panic sets in immediately). Maybe it's the batteries. Quick. Change batteries. No, it's not the batteries. The music works fine but the swing doesn't... swing. What do we do? Stay calm. This is basically a word for word conversation between my husband and I when we discovered the swing, the swing that has allowed us to survive the past few months.. died. Several weeks ago we thought we were done with the swing. Presley had seemingly transitioned into her bassinet. But we were forced to put her back in it when she caught a cold. She needed to sleep at an elevated position. I had originally refused to turn the swing on so she wouldn't get used to that constant motion again. But, one thing led to another and in a few moments of weakness, we flipped the switch. We turned it on. Repeatedly. She was swinging again. How it happened, I don't know. We were desperate I suppose. My husband offered to drop everything to rush out to Target, Walmart, Baby's R Us.. where ever he could go to find another swing just like it. No, I tell him. We have to move on. But it's not that easy. It was our safety net. And now it's gone. Just ripped away. So once again, she's sleeping swaddled in her 'miracle blanket' strapped into the swing that won't swing. Those little eyes looking up at us, wondering whether we'll turn it on. 'Please?' I can just hear her saying. 'Sorry my little sweetie. The swing is broken.' I tell her. Maybe it's for the best. Maybe this is what we needed. Maybe this will force us to break all ties with the swing. There won't be the temptation now. There's no going back. We're done with it. We need to accept it. As night falls the bassinet awaits once again. Once again I will be forced to make that difficult decision. Do I or don't I. Do I have the courage to try it again. To give it another shot. To try the bassinet. I suppose it's inevitable. She can't sleep in the swing forever, right? However, I wonder if there's a swing repair man.
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