Thursday, January 03, 2008

Revolving Beds and the Beatles

Last night we played revolving beds.

Mama had a sore throat and a cough and was sleeping in the office. HH slept in my bed and I tossed and turned all night as he squirmed around and stretched his legs, kicked me in the groin, sniffled a good bit and now and then rubbed his hand on my beard. He likes to do that, rubbing my beard. It must be comforting. Perhaps he remembers the feel of it from long ago as a baby or perhaps he just wants to know Papa is close by. He can’t explain it – I’ve asked him. Last night I was prey to the full range of his nighttime moves.

I discovered him in bed with me at about midnight. I felt something jab me and I looked over and there he was. Under the covers curled up beside me with his eyes wide open. And then he started to cry. He had an earache and he was in pain. He wanted Papa to give him something to make it go away. So I got up and started routing through the medicine box but there was nothing, only a nearly expired box of infant suppositories we had purchased some time back when he was ill with something. But he was so uncomfortable that it was worth giving them a shot. Well, he would have nothing to do with it. He decided his earache was better. ”No thank you” he said over and over, “No thank you.” But he wasn’t quite ready to go back to sleep, so I held him in the arm chair for a while until he started to show signs of approaching sleep and tried to carry him to bed. Again, he would have nothing to do with it. I finally convinced him to get back into bed with me and read.

I had recently unearthed my Beatles Anthology book – a massive volume of photographs and interviews with the (then) three remaining Beatles. I had been reading it for the last few days, taking a sentimental journey back to my own very early years and remembering what a huge impact these four men had had on my life. HH found the Sgt. Pepper’s uniforms amusing and also the stills from the “Hard Day’s Night” movie. I tried to explain to him who these four people were and how important they had been to the music scene in their day. I take for granted that just about everyone knows about the Beatles but of course HH would have no idea who they were. He has been to concerts and since I play the guitar just about every day, he knows about that and about music, so I tried to weave a story that would make sense to him. This is a subject we will be returning to.

We probably spent about thirty minutes looking at pictures and talking before I was just too tired to go on. He too settled down and let me turn off the light and eventually he fell asleep. It’s just about time to wake him and Mama – they both need to go to the doctor this morning and if I don’t get a good night’s sleep soon – so will I.

9 Comments:

Blogger d. chedwick bryant said...

Earaches--I used to take a cup and put a steaming paper towel inside, and my son would hold it up to his ear--I don't know if this old remedy worked (the ear doctor told me to try it) but my son found it interesting "The steam, is cooling now, I need more heat" he'd say... It stopped the pain somewhat, plus kid's love to see you working for them in their crisis!

6:37 PM  
Blogger Berlinbound said...

dcb ...that one is new to me but it sounds like it just might work.

7:27 PM  
Blogger Squirrel said...

It is great to tell him Beatle stories, he will remember the times you spent telling him and who doesn't like the music?

5:12 PM  
Blogger Small World said...

I hope everyone's feeling better today--those earaches can be the worst! Just stay on top of it...ear infections from my youth are mostly to blame for my loss of hearing in one ear. But don't worry, that was back in the day before vent tubes. I'm so glad your son will grow up knowing the Beatles, and how lucky for him to be able to hear your guitar on a regular basis!

5:59 PM  
Blogger Berlinbound said...

Squirrel ... I wonder at times how much he will remember of this time in his life ... the good things I hope.

Susan ... He is much improved thanks - taking his medicine like a big boy. Thanks for the visit!

9:03 PM  
Blogger Cathy said...

I hope they are both feeling better!

8:26 PM  
Blogger Squirrel said...

he will remember things you did often--quantity time is so important-- I remember things going way back because they were repeated--like storytime and getting 1 sip of my dad's sugary coffee on Sunday morning, and long walks with him-- then you remember funny or odd things too-- esp. if parents say .remember. last week, last month at the fun fair.? so the child pictures it in his head--I never had any photos but the memories are pictures, you know?

also all of the sense memories like grandpa smelling like spearmint gum and tobacco those kind of memories. I wore the same perfume all thru my son's growing up and he recognizes it and associates it...
HH will rember how it felt to be hugged by you--he will.. someday when he is in his twenties he will tell you all these memories and you will be the one struggling to place things!

5:14 AM  
Blogger Berlinbound said...

Cathy ... Thanks! I hope things are well with you and yours.

Squirrel ... I hope you're right about his memory - and wrong about mine.

6:44 AM  
Blogger katty said...

This blog is really wonderful and very interesting. It catched my attention since the first time.
But when i read the word bed my imagination flies to another place.I love the cozy and big bed and enjoy the soft mattress with a boy. All of this after to buy viagra to get the bet performance.

12:24 AM  

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