Thank God for Grandparents


Jonathan and I are staying with my parents while we’re in the States.  Now that Asher is here they enjoy him, are available to us, but don’t try to parent him for us. 

For the second night in a row Asher got extremely fussy.  Again I thought it was how he was feeding.  We checked the normal things.  Is he hungry?  Is his diaper dirty?  Does he need to burp?  Does his tummy hurt?  We just absolutely couldn’t figure it out and were looking at another heartbreaking night.

There’s no point having grandparenting wisdom in the next room and not using it when needed.  So I got my mom up out of bed.  She started walking around with him and asked for a blanket.  Once she wrapped him up in that he calmed down and fell right to sleep in her arms.  Wow.

Sometimes the answer is surprisingly simple.

2 Responses to “Thank God for Grandparents”

  1. Rick Says:

    Grandma always, always knows best. And if nothing else, she can tell you stories about when you were that age and did the same thing, and suddenly, you realize that every thing will work out just fine.

  2. Anita Says:

    Sounds like she swaddled him… Sometimes babies like to be wrapped up fairly tightly like a little burrito. It calms them and makes the feel secure.