I was a little concerned on the day that I had to take my baby for his vaccination. This was a new doctor- how would the baby react (now that he was old enough to recognise faces)? And this was a particularly nasty shot, being a difficult combination of five vaccines. Moreover, how could I make things pleasanter for him afterwards? He is too young to indulge in ice creams, toys or games. He has no friends whose homes he can visit. It's a completely different baby world of his.
Of course, I didn't realize that his view of the doctor's clinic might be different from mine. He seemed to view it as just another social encounter with yet another adult. A person who looks at you and says a few things. The doctor didn't say much and didn't prod and peer as much as many other adults might. There was none of the clicking, clucking or tickling that often happens in these encounters.
Instead, the doctor bustled in, made a brief examination. He then muttered a polite, "Sorry," to the baby and gave a careful jab as I held the baby's leg straight. My baby stared at us as if this was a strange new game. He didn't cry. It was almost as if he was thinking, "What will these grown ups do next? And when will they really grow up?"
This afternoon, as he was asleep, he began smiling- a little smile that turned into a grin. Sometimes he chortles with delight in his sleep. Whatever does he dream of, that gives him so much joy? I can only make a vague guess. Warmth? Comfort? Food?
Extra long walks, a snug little bed, being close to loved ones. Being held and carried, talked to and played with - all day long. Feeling secure, with a belly full of milk and a heart full of love. Perhaps that is what baby bliss is about.
Of course, I didn't realize that his view of the doctor's clinic might be different from mine. He seemed to view it as just another social encounter with yet another adult. A person who looks at you and says a few things. The doctor didn't say much and didn't prod and peer as much as many other adults might. There was none of the clicking, clucking or tickling that often happens in these encounters.
Instead, the doctor bustled in, made a brief examination. He then muttered a polite, "Sorry," to the baby and gave a careful jab as I held the baby's leg straight. My baby stared at us as if this was a strange new game. He didn't cry. It was almost as if he was thinking, "What will these grown ups do next? And when will they really grow up?"
This afternoon, as he was asleep, he began smiling- a little smile that turned into a grin. Sometimes he chortles with delight in his sleep. Whatever does he dream of, that gives him so much joy? I can only make a vague guess. Warmth? Comfort? Food?
Extra long walks, a snug little bed, being close to loved ones. Being held and carried, talked to and played with - all day long. Feeling secure, with a belly full of milk and a heart full of love. Perhaps that is what baby bliss is about.
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