This was a rough week. Baby Joanna was rushed to the hospital Monday night with a high fever. The short version is that five days later they concluded she has a congenital problem with her bladder system. Super Nana (that’s me) and her side-kick, Lulu (nine-month old labradoodle) were called to come and take care of Charlie, my blond, blue-eyed nineteen month old grandson while Mommy and Baby were in the hospital. Nerves and tension were high as we waited for the results. Anne and Joanna were placed in isolation because the hospital thought it was something else. (They’re practicing medicine.)
And so I sunk into Charlie’s world, with the exception of several times going into the office when his dad (who works for us and we were busy!) or my son came over to watch him. By living in Charlie’s world, I stayed in the present moment. We colored, played with Play Dough, read books, danced, played with swords, raced around in his car, and sat on the couch and watched Yo Gabba Gabba. (this is a show even the labradoodle will stare at) We drank apple juice, ate chips, and cuddled. He took two and a half hour naps for me. I used that time to work on my novel, and I have to say I got so much done. My daughter lamented that he never does that for her, and I said, “It’s Nana magic.”
Horrible things happened in the world this week and I was insulated at Charlie’s, living in the moment and playing. My inner child emerged and so did my Picasso. I was tired at night, but I wasn’t stressed. There were no customers or employees to deal with, just Charlie. Baby Joanna and Anne came home late yesterday afternoon. Charlie was thrilled to see his mommy, and so was his nana.
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