I knew as soon as I heard it, it was going to be a struggle. As a part of my recovery from surgery was a 10-pound weight limit for six weeks! My granddaughter weighed over 30 pounds, and I saw her 2 times a week. Of course, as I recovered, I wasn’t going to be alone with her. But would I remember not to lift her. How would she react?
The first couple of weeks, I was hurting and easily remembered. She willingly climbed up on the couch to sit by me. Then it happened. She was at my feet upset as I stood there looking down at her. She cried, “Huggy.” I got down and hugged her. Not what she wanted, but all I could give her. Now we both had tears in our eyes.
The following week as she was getting changed for her nap. She looked me in the eyes and said, “Hush Baby?”
I couldn’t deny that sweet request. But how was I going to do it? Since she was born whenever I put her to bed, I would stand holding her and singing, ‘Hush Little Baby’. Thank goodness now at Gigi’s house she slept on the crib mattress on the floor. I held her hand as we walked to her bed. I sat on the mattress and she walked to me and sat on my lap. I swayed back and forth as I sang. When I finished, she stood up, backed up and I struggled to get to my feet. She climbed into bed. I tucked in a smiling little girl that was so happy to have ‘Hush Little Baby’ back. To her it was getting her Gigi back to normal.