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We've Got You Babe { Sam & Colleen Lindgren }
DIR By: Maggie Flannery
Date: October 17, 2018, 4:42 am
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A/N: Just a little drabble about the Lindgrens and their
daughter. I'm not sure if you've seen Terms of Endearment ( one
of my favorite sappy movies ) but I wholeheartedly think that
Colleen is very much like Aurora.
HTML https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QJgBVgCVzq4
“I think she’s awake again.”
“Let’s see if she’ll settle herself, Colly. You can't go in
there every time she cries.”
"Oh yes I can, Sam."
"What're you going to do...climb in the crib with her?"
"It's a thought..."
"Oh Col...you can't be serious."
"You have no idea how serious I can be. Especially when it comes
to our daughter."
Little Anne-Marie Lindgren was certainly putting her parents
through their paces early that chilly autumn morning. The
bedside clock read nearly half three but their girl was wide
awake it seemed. They had just moved her from the bassinet in
the warmest part of their bedroom to her very own bedroom and
the smallest Lindgren was staging a revolt. Colleen tried to
wait as long as she could but the pull of their daughter's cries
was just too much. She was starting to psychically ache to hold
Anne-Marie.
“That’s incredibly cruel, Sam. I’m going in there.”
“She’s got to learn, Colly.”
“She’s three months old. Do you know of any three month old that
truly sleeps through the night?”
“There’s the Carson kid over on Sand Dollar Ave.”
“Steven Carson [I]is not[/i] Anne-Marie. Every child is
different. I didn’t go through a thirty-four delivery just to
inflict some sort of psychological scarring on her which, if you
think about it, is exactly what this is. She goes from our
bedroom where we were an arm’s length away to across the hall
and she’s crying, she’s trying to adjust and she's just too
young. Excuse her if she hasn’t learned object permanence yet,
Samuel. Last I checked she was still on primary circular
reactions.”
There weren’t many things Colleen disagreed with Sam on but
this, this whole ‘crying it out’ method that had spread like
wildfire seemed to her like a load of bunk. Incredibly cruel
bull crap if you asked her. Who knows what kind of psychological
scarring that could lead to and Colleen would be damned if she
was going to be the cause of it in her daughter. They had fought
tooth and nail to have her and now to leave her to cry herself
back to sleep was just plain mean. Grabbing the bedclothes and
throwing them rather violently away from herself Colleen eased
herself out of bed, totally disregarding the jolt of cold as her
feet touched the hardwood floor, and followed the soft yellow
glow of her daughter’s nightlight across the hall. Just as she
reached the doorway she heard the creak of the bed as Sam got up
and followed her.
‘He wants to play follow the leader, hmm?’
“Hello my little star sweeper.”
Leaning over the crib Colleen gently eased her daughter up and
out and onto her shoulder as gently as she could. A sound
snuffle into the side of her neck and Anne-Marie settled for a
moment. Peeking over her mother’s shoulder with wide eyes at her
father who was standing just in the doorway. A tiny little
bubbling hiccup sounded followed by another snuffle.
“Oh I know, I know. The rain isn’t helping you tonight, is it?”
Colleen felt her daughter’s tiny chest hitch as another crying
bout was about to start. Swaying gently she started to hum.
Anne-Marie they found wasn’t one for the usual lullabies that
most babies settled to. Most nights you could find her being
serenaded by her parents with whatever song came to their mind
but her favorite it seemed was Sonny and Cher for some reason.
They say we're young and we don't know
We won't find out until we grow
Sam let out a chuckle as he picked up his normal place and sang
along
Well I don't know if all that's true
'Cause you got me, and baby I got you
Colleen swayed a bit as she hummed. The autumn rain and the
sound of the far off surf from Good Harbor beach rolled adding
an undercurrent of calm. Anne-Marie settled and reached one
impossibly tiny hand out to grasp Col’s nightshirt and study her
parents faces. Tiny eyes that had just settled on their true
color, a mossy gentle green, focused and unfocused on the
smiling dark haired woman and the tall man with the bushy
mustache who was pulling faces between verses. They always made
her smile for some reason. Safe. She couldn't vocalize it yet
but it was deep feeling. Home.
I got you, I won't let go
I got you to love me so
I got you babe
Just as the verse was finished those tiny eyes eased themselves
closed and she was officially settled for the night, or rather,
what was left of it. She was given gentle kissed by both of her
parents before she carefully eased back into her crib and
covered with the light pink baby blanket to ward off the chill.
“Maybe you’re right…the whole crying it out just isn’t for her.
Maybe we should move her back into the bedroom with us? At least
until I can find out where that draft is coming from in here.”
Sam suggested as they watched their little one sleep. Colleen
bit back the urge to smile, deep down she knew her husband
understood that asking a two month old to settle herself just
wasn’t in the cards.
“Are you sure? I mean she’s settled now, Sam.”
“I think you’re right. We’ve still got the bassinet set up and
it would be easier for later feedings.”
“Alright, if you insist. Why don’t you go turn on the light and
I’ll take her and meet you in there?”
A slight nod was all it took before Colleen broke out into a
grin as she picked up their daughter.
“I know you’ve got us wrapped around your little finger but we
love you more than the world itself, Annie. C’mon babe, you’re
rooming with your parents again.”
Just as she had seen with their godson Emi, Colleen could have
sworn she’d spotted a contented little smile grace their
daughter’s face as she was settled back into the bassinet in the
master bedroom. Perhaps it was the familiar sounds of her
parents, be it Sam’s snoring, or Colleen’s settling to find a
comfortable spot in the warming water bed or the warmth of the
room along with the smells of the cedar trunk, Col’s lotion and
the clean cotton of the blankets but Anne-Marie didn’t make a
peep for the rest of her time spent rooming in with her parents.
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