Sweet little Tyler had his first encounter with how hard life can be sometimes. He had to get his first series of vaccinations at his 2 month checkup. The poor sweet little guy was just being his adorable self, when he was rudely woken from his nap, disrobed of his clothes, laid on a hard table in a cold room and attacked by needles being shoved into his newly-chubby thighs. Mia (my grandma name) wasn't there but the story goes that Tyler cried, his mama cried, and his auntie cried. Mia is glad she wasn't there - because she would have cried too. Especially when after it was all over he looked over at his auntie and started crying all over again, with real tears, as he tried to convey to her how horrible the whole thing was. Never is his sweet, short little life had anything like this ever happened to him. Life was all about kisses and snuggles and lots of warm milk. He just didn't understand.
As the event was being told to me I couldn't help but feel anger rise up inside of me. How dare that mean doctor hurt my little guy like that? Oh I know it had to be done. It's for his good. We don't have to worry about those horrible diseases attacking him now. But really, how could a baby doctor, who is supposed to love little babies, do something so cruel? How could he smile at him one minute and jab him with a needle the next? As my daughter was relaying the story to me I was just couldn't help it that a part of my heart was just so mad at that doctor.
But then she told me something else that happened. As the doctor was examining the baby he was telling my daughter about all the things Tyler will be doing next. He talked to her about his development and how on target he is. He told her what a good job she was doing at nursing him. He talked to her about how babies bond with their mommies. And then he said,
"It's now time to start reading books to him."
The doctor immediately redeemed himself in my eyes. Just imagine - advocating reading at 2 months of age. Brilliant! What a wonderful doctor he is! I was so excited to hear that he said that!
Immediately we dug out some books and I read Goodnight Moon to him. And do you know that his bright little eyes tracked along as I turned the pages and he really seemed to enjoy the melodic sound of my voice as I read the rhyming words out loud to him.
It's been a long time since my girls were little and I need some new books at my house. So I want to know what books are your favorites for babies? For toddlers? For pre-school age? What are some of the newer books on the market that are "must-haves" for my grandbabies?
I can't wait to hear your recommendations.