My uncle had twins last December and they are turning a year now. And he says those kids didn’t cry hell in his ears. Never. That they allowed him to sleep soundly. Part of me is happy for him. But why didn’t they cry as much? Is it even normal? Maybe am being cynical since I’ve known babies to cry a lot my entire life. And it’s difficult to believe that some actually don’t.
It’s ThrowbackThursday and this is what I had to dig out from my teenage life. Actually, watching those twins play peacefully reminded me of the dislike I had towards a baby’s cry. I believe babies should cry yet I wonder why they really do. Unnecessarily. This kinda makes me uncomfortable with a lot of other things.
What happens to a baby’s sleep? Why do they all wake up crying loudly as if they were not sleeping at all? Or do they dream about how they will immediately open their eyes and start yelling? Were they even asleep after all? I had asked myself these questions back then when I was babysitting my kid brother. Oh my! That baby gave me headaches. And he really deprived me of many playtimes. You could lay him only for him to wake up the next second.
Not that I hate that I had to babysit him, I really appreciate a lot of good stuff that I learned back there. Only that I feel we should speak some of these things out. These young brothers and sisters owe us credits for the good care we gave them and for the sacrifices, we made. Parenting is not easy fellas.
Because frankly, today babysitting is quite easy compared to how it used to be back in the day. Then we did not have as many ‘effective’distractions as we do now: smartphones or iPad that babies could be given to play with when they cry, or games to occupy them a bit when you make that call. I even see some parents give their children car keys to play with. Forget thedanger of chocking in case they swallow or the kind of infections they can get when they put them in their mouths, and just imagine kubembelezwa na vifunguo za gari.
Now take an instance back in the day that a baby would cry for one the many silly reasons they do. First, that kid would be thoroughly warned.“Cry again and I will slap you hard you forget that you were even crying.” “Cry and I will send you off to the monkey and he will eat out your tongue.” And if it was in the night, “If you cry, that mad woman will hear your horrible voice and take it away.” Such would scare babies to hush even before you had finished the threat.
Nevertheless, there were the stubborn ones. Those who would drive their mamas crazy. Those who would make their parents hit them repeatedly. I have not yet asserted how this really worked. At the end of it all, both the parent and the kid would be exhausted only to sleep.
Worse of all there were those kids who could cry a lot. Endlessly. My baby brother was one of them. You could lull him to sleep rocking-and-singing, as gentle as you could. Then you would see him sweetly doze off in your arms and you will be convinced he is out until an attempt to lay him on his coat. You’d withdraw your first arm from underneath him as slowly as you could not to wake him. Then the second hand. That is when the ninja would startle with all his lungs out. What happened to your sleep?
What really happens to their sleep?