One of the things that i like to do (which i've probably mentioned before) is that I like to tell him stories. The simple fact is I can't sit still for long and my mind wanders rather quickly. Therefore, I've found that if I'm telling him stories while holding him, then I have an easier time of sitting there and not just staring at the clock and looking around the NICU room being nosy. I don't tell the traditional type stories either (little red riding hood, mother goose nursery rhymes, etc.) because I can sleepwalk through those. Rather I tell him stories about Anansi the spider or Tabu and the Dancing Elephants, or I will make something up along those lines. Here is one story that i've adapted from an Anansi story about his meeting with Death.
However, the old man said nothing.
Nevertheless, the old man said nothing.
Anansi scratched his head and said, "Oh, you said to go inside the house and help myself?"
The old man still said nothing to Anansi.
Anansi walked past the old man and went into his house and not only helped himself to ice cold water but to as much food as he could eat. When he had finished eating, Anansi went outside to see the old man who was sitting in the same spot by the door. Anansi thanked him for his hospitality and returned home.
“Yes.” Anansi said. “You are the old man outside of the village who does nothing!"
"Hah!” The old man rasped. “My name is Death and you came looking for me. I did not invite you into my house. Now I am going to have you for lunch," Brother Death said as he grabbed Anansi by the shirt.
Anansi tore the buttons from his shirt, slipped out of it and ran for his life. He ran as fast as he could in the belief that he could easily outdistance an old man like Brother Death. However, wherever Anansi turned, Death was right behind him. Finally, out of desperation, Anansi lunged for a tree limb and climbed as high as he could. To his surprise, Brother Death did not follow Anansi up the tree. Death could not climb!
Brother Death picked up a rock, an old shoe, anything that he could find, and threw them at Anansi. They all missed. Death could not throw either. He soon ran out of things to throw. Death finally sat down facing the tree and said to Anansi:
As he sat in his ball of silk, he realized that part of it was sticky. He decided to make a fishing net out of the silk and began trying to throw it at the insects. However, they saw what he was doing and simply moved out of the way. Anansi then remembered that the most successful fishermen in his village would set up a net and wait for the fish to come to them, so he took his net and placed it between several leaves of the tree, making a web out of it. He then chewed on several strands, making them sticky in certain places. He then sat on one spot of his web and waited. Eventually he caught two of the insects, ran to them, and used the remaining silk to tie them up. He then looked down at Death and said "HA! Now I have a way to get food in this tree. So I have a place to stay and food to eat, and all I have to do is wait for it to rain for water. You can never get me down from this tree!