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Oh My, You Will Never Guess What My Babysitting Experience Was Like...

Maybe, one and done!

By Denise E LindquistPublished 6 months ago • Updated 6 months ago • 2 min read
My grandson, his partner and their two girls. Now the girls are almost 3 years old and 8 months.

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!

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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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    Written by Denise E Lindquist