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Carol Perkins: The Baby Visit
Previous Column: The Wind Beneath My Tree
By Carol Perkins
My nine-month-old great nephew, Sagan Monroe Thomas, lives in Florida. When his grandmother asked me to go with her for a visit, I didn't hesitate. We booked our flight and rented a car. I planned to stay in a hotel, but every room was booked. Later, as different people asked us if we were headed to Daytona for the races, I realized the 500 was "driving up" the demand. Sarah, my niece, didn't want me to get a room, vowing she had plenty of space, so my sister-in-law and I had a slumber party for three nights.
Because we three are seldom together, we talked like girlfriends. I tried to avoid making suggestions about Sagan's meals or his sleep patterns, but you know how hard that is! When they were concerned that he woke up three or four times during the night, I suggested keeping him up later. My kids never went to bed at seven o'clock. I also suggested a sleep specialist if all else failed, which I knew about because of another of my nieces who faced sleeping problems with her youngest.
A week after we left, a sleep specialist arrived and put Sagan to bed at SIX o'clock, and now he sleeps all night. He must not be related to my family, especially my mother's side (Reece's) because we keep late hours.
On the second night when we went to bed, my niece whispered for us to keep our talking low so we wouldn't wake the baby. Her mother said, "Wake him? You need to tell him not to wake us up three times tonight!" We had a good laugh. My sister-in-law, Tami, was up at five o'clock with the baby. That afternoon, we four went shopping and sightseeing. He rode in his stroller like a trooper.
Being near the beach and the warm weather made me think about how life would be if this were our normal. Our retirement village, however, is right here where we know our neighbors, have the doctor on speed dial and recognize all the police officers and firefighters. I like to go, but I like to come home.
You can contact Carol at firstname.lastname@example.org.
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