Where do I start....I pretty much invited myself as a tag along third wheel
with my sister and her husband. It was my Idea for them to go out for drinks a
nice dinner and a movie.
I knew that I was going to be fine, I have been babysitting since I was
9years old and always seemed to pull through.
.............Well I’ve met my match and was defeated, that’s for sure. My
sister put Marra down for her evening nap, she slept great a full 45 mins like
she was supposed to and then woke up and we smiled and laughed for a minute or
two, then I made the huge mistake to tell her out loud her mom and dad had left
her with me, she’s 3 months old and looks at me like she knows exactly what I
just said, makes her pouty lips.....I know what’s coming next...I’m a little
nervous i hate when babies cry but I think it’ll only be a few minutes I’ll get
her settled.
..........Nope! Marra refuses to stop screaming, won’t take her bottle, I
destroy the hotel room in the process of trying to soothe her, I try changing
her diaper, won’t take bottle, playing, laying on the bed, her blanket on the
floor, swinging, bouncing, laughing, stern talking, bottle again, let’s try a
bath, being naked, a soother, a bottle again, being swaddled, being rocked,
being patted on the back, the bum, bottle again. It’s been 40 minutes of nonstop
ear piercing screaming and then she puked she was crying so hard...so I
admitted defeat and called her momma. Twenty minutes later her parents are back
in the hotel room, all my sister does is say hello my girl and Marra instantly
stops crying, takes her bottle and then looks directly at me and grins.
……yes Marra you booger you win, you wanted your momma you got her, I caved.
I was and still am bummed out that I didn’t get to help out the way I intended
do, but it will make for a good story to tell when Miss Marra is older. Picture
me exhausted finally eating my cold food at 10:00pm, food I ordered at 7pm and
falling asleep next to a snoring Marra, and my sister and her husband eating
their Lobster they had no chance to eat at the nice restaurant with plastic
cutlery at 10:00pm watching hotel TV.
Well there is always next time? I’m not done trying Miss Marra!
