Year Four, Day 283: Zma Time!

Hello My Long Lost Readers!

Alas, it is I who have been lost! But with good reason! I am now the grandma ("Zma" as I am called) to four grandchildren!

My daughter gave birth on May 18th to two precious girls.

And I am telling you right now, holding newborn babies, and seeing my loved ones in their faces is the best antidepressant there is!

I am on cloud 9.

And most proud of my daughter and son-in-law. My daughter, always the efficient one and a born leader, has the whole household on shifts. She pumps milk. Then she nurses one baby, hands her over to her dad, my mom or me to feed with a bottle.

They were born slightly early, as twins often are, and are considered preemies. Although now, at 3 weeks and gaining at least a pound a week each, they hardly seem like preemies at all!

But I digress. I have learned there is a special technique for bottle feeding preemies. They cannot get too much all at once, so you keep the bottle level horizontally and make sure there is air in the nipple.

After the nurse and are bottle fed, we burp then, change their diapers and their daddy wraps themn up like baby burritos (err "swaddles" them).

Lately they have been eating more and are being more alert. So when they get fussy, they get Zma time. I sit on the sofa with my knees bent, resting baby at a slight incline on my thighs. Then I sing, talk to them and tell them stories, while moving my legs side to side.

Oh, how sweet and precious to see their eyes open wide, their little mouths form "Oh's" and hear then coo softly.

Their older sister is smitten and loves to sing them songs. Especially the ones I made up for her. Like the "Poo-Poo Ca-Ca Doo-Doo" song.

Don't judge me. They love it! And everyone does it!

So now that I am on a bit more solid ground, I solemenly swear to check in as often as I can. My blog will be focused more on my role as Zma. I have spent the past nearly 5 years working on my physical, mental and spiritual health.

I am pleased with my growth. And blessed that I am healthy enough to be able to enjoy this new era of my life.

Not only am I a Zma, but I am engaged to the love of my life. And since he is my fiance, he has instantly acquired 4 grandchildren. Talk about life changes!

On that note, I wish you a wonderful, peaceful, joyful day.

I have finished my Zma duties for the day and am off to visit my man!

Happy Wednesday!

Love,

Zita

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