My MIL typically spends Tuesday nights at our house since she watches L.A. both Tuesday and Wednesday. This is really a nice opportunity for us all to spend time together, share a meal and generally just bond a little. Last night, she was a life saver.
L.A. has been fighting a cold for a little over a month now, and despite a trip to the Dr, every home remedy you can think of, and constant boog sucking, he still can’t shake it. Last night he was beyond miserable. He’d fall asleep only to wake up an hour later unable to breathe and crying. I think I wore a path in the hallway walking between our rooms last night. Finally around 4 am when I was in his room for what must have been the sixth time, my MIL quietly came up the stairs and took him from my exhausted arms saying “go ahead and get some sleep”.
I collapsed back into my bed and tried to get a few hours of shut eye before it was time to get up to feed him. L.A. is not much of a crier, so this recent development has left me a little at odds… amazingly though, my MIL seems to have all the tools to calm him. She sways in such a way that his whimpering subsides, and she quietly hums a song that makes L.A. forget all about the tears. I’m in awe of this ability.
When I woke back up in the wee hours of the morning, I made my way downstairs to find the two of them dancing in the living room. My heart swelled. There may be nothing in the world like the love a parent has for their child, but a grandmother’s love is pretty darned close.
