Happy Baby

Last month, when I had a week of holidays, I decided to visit my cousin’s home. There were two reasons – one was I had nothing better to do sitting at home but that was not the exact reason. The other, more exciting reason was my cousin’s sister had come home for and I was excited that I would get to see and play with her little kid. That was the reason why I wanted to go in the first place.

When I finally went, my happiness knew no bounds. The baby was so cute that I was mesmerized by her. Her tiny hands and legs and those tiny fingers, which she would wrap around my forefinger when she was sleeping; my happiness knew no bounds. I was completely enchanted by the little one and there was no getting out of the spell.

The more I spent time with her, the more I was mesmerized. I started spending more time playing with her. I learnt many things during my stay there. I learnt the little things that make the kids happy. Whenever I used to whistle, the baby used to smile. The more animated faces you made, the wider was the smile. There was one more thing which the baby like a lot – her dad used to throw her up in the air and catch her in time. That used to make her laugh a lot. I could only imagine how she might have felt at that moment.

Many things used to catch her fancy. Whenever she saw the ants, she used to crawl behind them. When we put her in the baby walker, she used to drag it along with her and run around the home, making us laugh. If she managed to get out of the back door towards stairs, then was no stopping her from climbing on them. It made her so happy. And, God save us if she got her hands on water! She used to spill it on the floor and then start splashing it around, sitting in the middle of the puddle. If she heard her favorite song being played, she used to jump and clap her hands, which was her version of dance. It was fun to watch her antics.

But one night, I woke up hearing her cry loudly. I rushed to the room to see what had happened. Grandma was consoling the baby while sister was changing the bead spread. I got to know that the baby had wet the bed and had woken up due to the irritation caused from the wet bed spread. It took some time for her to finally calm down and fall asleep. My sister had a guilty look on her face. When I asked what the reason was, she said that earlier that day she had decided to go buy diapers as the stock at home was over but in her haste had forgotten to do so. As a result, the baby had woken up twice already owing to the wet bead spread. She was worried if the sleepless night would make the baby get up with a grumpy mood! She made a note to buy Pampers the first thing next morning.

That night, I understood why they say ‘Dry Baby Happy Baby’

This post is written for Pampers.

Until the next post,

Sudhi :)