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Showing posts with label Calming baby. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Calming baby. Show all posts

Sunday, March 25, 2012

When Baby Cries

When my children began stepping into parenthood, the first thing I did was hit the books. I had lots of anecdotal and practical experience as a mother of four, but now a new generation was coming into the family. Had I done a good job as a mother?  How much had things changed in twenty years? Were parents still relying on Dr. Spock?

In my search for answers Dr. Harvey Karp, who wrote both "The Happiest Baby on the Block" and the Happiest Toddler on the Block" seemed to pop off the shelf and find me. He became my new best friend in this new phase of babies and as I was about to become a grandmother, I wanted to be sure that I was going to be as thoughtful and caring as a grandmother could possibly be for her children.

I cared for both of my grandsons in the first year of their lives, an experience which will stay with me forever, and thanks to Dr. Karp, the experience was even more enjoyable.

I was so glad I had read Dr. Karp and all of his wonderful words of wisdom regarding babies.

Recently, I was honored to have been contacted by Dr. Karp's assistant, Shaena Cushman in California, who informed me that Dr. Karp had read my column on colic and wanted to share through his research that he had found a cure for colic.  In turn, the video link at the top of the blog was a recommended method for parents to use if a baby needed calming. When a baby is crying it can be a very stressful time for parents and caregivers.

Watching the video just reaffirms how well the 5 Ss work. To find out more about the 5 Ss – swaddle, side/stomach position, shushing, swinging, sucking go to www.happiestbaby.com.


Our children are our most precious resource!
Good Luck!! Good Parenting!!
Bon :)

Son-in-law, Doug and Robert

Son-in-law, Doug and  Robert
Reading, Writing, Arithmetic

Daughter-in-law, Mich,Steve,& Collin

Daughter-in-law, Mich,Steve,& Collin
Family Hike

Mom and Daughter Nat

Mom and Daughter Nat
Mom and Future Mom

Jillian and Sean w/ Molly

Jillian and Sean w/ Molly
Group Hug

Excerpt from Growing Up Crazy by Bonnie J.Toomey

Freeze Pops



Winter 1972







There’s ice on my bedroom window in little cornered crescents. It’s still dark out, but it is time to get up for school anyway which I happen to like a lot.



I wriggle out of my pajamas and pull on a hand me down sweater and jeans from my aunt who works as a nurse in Boston. She was always giving us bags of clothes which I would pull apart and alter to fit my style and size. This gave my wardrobe an eccentric and eclectic look all its own which I thought was quite individual and even artsy.



I hated to leave the warmth under the pile of blankets and old coats I had layered on for extra insulation at night. It could get pretty cold upstairs this time of year, and the transition from clothes to no clothes to clothes again was a little unpleasant in the wintertime. There’s never been heat up here, Dad didn’t put it in, but instead cut a hole in the floor the size of a wood stove chimney pipe to let whatever heat rise up from our wood stove down in the kitchen.



“Heat rises,” was how Dad explained it to us. I kept thinking, well maybe it does, but I sure can’t feel it up here.



It is colder than usual this morning. My fingers don’t work as quickly as I want them to. I head downstairs where mom and dad are hunkered under some blankets on the couch which they must have dragged in front of the fireplace during the night. They’re still sleeping. Dad’s head at one end of the couch and mom curled up at the other end.



I grab my bag and step outside into the ice cold morning and my nostrils form tiny icy needles on the first breath in sticking together like metallic glue. Luckily, the bus arrives in less than a minute but long enough to finish turning my toes in my sneakers into ten freeze pops.



I slide in next to Claire careful not to break off any digits.



“Vaugn, you look really cold,” she says, very concerned. The newscaster on the bus radio says that it’s five degrees this morning over central New England, and that it warmed up from the overnight low of zero.



I explain that I think our furnace broke again and she offers me her mittens with the fancy rabbit fur cuffs.



“Thanks, Claire,” I say, and between her offering and the noisy over head heater blowing puffs of warmth into the air, I thought I had died and gone to heaven.



Excerpt from Leaf Landing by Bonnie J. Toomey

French Lesson







French is not the easiest class to miss.



I missed almost two weeks straight



after Mom died



and a lot of other days before that



and now I am really behind.



Mom wanted me to take French



because she thought it would help



in ballet class.



Dad lost a couple of bids.



He says people are losing



their jobs,



the economy is bad



The TV keeps warning



unemployment is up,



gas prices are up



and people are fed up.



I don’t know why Dad



has to watch



it only makes him



yell at the TV



Dad says we need to conserve more than we have been



now the house feels cooler.



When I complain,



Dad says



to go outside and come back in ,



then I’ll feel warmer.



Harriet and I spend our time bundled in



an extra layer of clothes



or dragging an afghan around



like giant moths in cocoons.



We are out of butter again.



Dad says



to try using peanut butter.



Well, isn’t the word,



butter,



in it?



Harriett won’t eat her toast



and it just sits on the plate



getting cold



like the floors



in this house



and suddenly the one phrase



in French,



“It is cold.” comes back to me:



“Il fait froid,



la maison est fait froide."