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  • And I said a prayer for the baby, ‘may the lord bless and take care of you. May the Lord be kind and gracious to you. May the Lord look on you with favor and give you peace always.

Her loud screams woke me up and all the sleep quickly vanished from my eyes.
I could hear her mother soothing her. They were now pacing up and about the place.

The baby girl screamed some more as her grandmother went about the kitchen frantically getting the expressed milk warmed.
At about two weeks of age, she was a good eater. Each moment of delay didn’t help matters.
My mind went back to several years ago. That cry was quite familiar.

I remember mother dear who often came around to help. It didn’t help matters that I suffered from post natal depression.
The baby was colicky often wriggling in pain. She seemed to be taking it bravely, as if to say she was doing her best to beat it but often times it seemed to overpower her and she would break out into that heartbreaking cry.

Unlike my mother, the dotting grandmother in this case was very present. She took care of her daughter and granddaughter like her life depended on it. She awoke early to make breakfast and then prepare ba

th water for both of them. She scrubbed the bathroom and then massaged her daughter who was recovering from caesarean surgery. She cooked the meals and gently rocked the baby.

‘You’re blessed,’ I told her daughter. ‘Your mother didn’t only nurse and care for you as a baby, she is nursing and caring for your child too!’

She was immensely grateful, who wouldn’t be. 10 or so days after the baby was born she was back in school and doing tests. She also had to earn some money to help the family expenses.
Oh the life folks live in the distant world; a real life with bills to pay and a higher life to chase. Her mother was a much welcome idea.

And it showed on the baby’s mother’s face. She looked fresh and rested, a real far cry from anyone dealing with a post term situation.

When I held the child, I smiled quietly. It wasn’t going to be long before she’d be running about and soon she’d also be arguing with her mother like she didn’t depend on her only recently.

The new mother wouldn’t believe me if I told her it was just a matter of time. So all I did was smile.
And I said a prayer for the baby, ‘may the lord bless and take care of you. May the Lord be kind and gracious to you. May the Lord look on you with favor and give you peace always.
Amen!