This stuff is like a science. We're always dealing in probabilities, time tables, and quantities. What is the minimum feeding time to initiate a milk-induced coma? How many bowel movements today? What color? Has she achieved a sufficient level of sleep for me to put her down without waking her up? Could there possibly be anything cuter on the planet (scientifically speaking, of course)?
This baby stuff is a delicate balance, a finely-tuned system requiring high degrees of precision, calculation, and concentration. Unfortunately, those things are hard to come by in a severely sleep-deprived state. So, we usually resort to the time-honored tradition of "whatever works," a truly Chamberlain-esque strategy of appeasement. Because really, at three in the morning, it's all about turning this:
Into this:
1 comment:
I stooped so low as to put YOU in a car seat at 3 in the morning and drove you around until you fell asleep. Motion does wonders for crying babies.
Good luck with your research on infantology ha! Love you, MOM (Grandma Jane)
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