Dear Lili:
Last night Dad and I were in bed. It was super late at night and we were talking in the dark. We were laughing because we had a little flashback of the day you were born and how that night the nurses wheeled you down the hall to the nursery so we could get a good night’s rest.
Until…knock knock knock.
It was the night nurse. We heard the familiar squeak of wheels from the little bassinet cart they had you on and that oh so soon to be familiar scream from our baby not even 24hrs old.
Nurse: Sorry to bother you. But she…she doesn’t like it in there.
Us: Where?
Nurse: The nursery. Where we usually bring all the other newborns.
Us: Why not?
Nurse: Not sure. Maybe gas? Wants more milk? Not sure.
Us: Maybe the other babies are keeping her up?
Nurse: No. There are no other babies in the nursery at this time.
Flash forward: Lili. From the DAY you were born until now you HATE HATE HATE to be where the action ‘isn’t’. An empty playground, at home alone with us, a cabin in the middle of nowhere, etc. You need and crave and love stimulation at all times. This is who you are and how you have always been. We can laugh now only because we know.
xo
Sounds like someone I know….he was always ready to go “bye-bye” in the car, a bus, a train, an airplane, a stroller, a ferry…..