Oh My, You Will Never Guess What My Babysitting Experience Was Like...
Maybe, one and done!

Out of Order Challenge Prompt: Write a poem that presents moments or thoughts out of sequence. Time doesn’t have to move in a straight line. This challenge invites you to disrupt sequence and reconsider how a poem unfolds.
You might shift between past and present, interrupt a scene with something that hasn’t happened yet, or maybe place cause after effect. The sequence may be broken, but it should still feel intentional. Focus on how arrangement shapes meaning and emotional impact.
It is important to say that I loved spending time with my greats.
Now, I sat with an 8-month-old and an almost 3-year-old
One thing led to another, I was holding a crying baby and her sister hates
when she has an accident, but she pooped and it was what she told
all about to her mom, her dad, her grandpa and uncle. She was so sad.
The baby was perfect on day one. On day two she had
two breakouts of tears that felt unstoppable. and yet
there I was, feeling like I had all of this controlled. No, let
me tell you it wasn't that way at all. I would've bet
day two would be as smooth as day one
We played puzzle games on day one, read books the next.
I watched while the girls rolled around until they were done.
They smiled at me and all was very nice, while I read a text.
When grandpa arrived for the rescue, it wasn't to be.
The baby wasn't sure who her uncle and grandpa were you see.
Baby began to choke at one point. I then thought why oh why
am I doing this. What would I have done if it really happened oh my.
Can you imagine. I called her grandma the nurse and she
told me exactly what I was to do. She said, leave her be,
if she stops breathing - I couldn't breathe. What do you mean
wait till she stops breathing. I'm out the door with her to be seen.
Hold her face while turning her upside down on your leg.
Firmly hit her on the back. I can't do that. Lots of egg
on my face. Her mother laughed, she has had the experience before
I can't watch children, if they are going to be choking. I'm sore
from holding the girls as I am not used to carrying so much weight
around for 5 hours each day. Time to get to my next gig. I can't be late!
About the Creator
Denise E Lindquist
Retired, working part-time as a Native American culture consultant. I have an MSE, and an ABD. I write on Vocal, and Facebook. Poetry, non-fiction mostly, and working on fiction. Wife, mother, grandmother, and great grandmother.
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