She cried. And cried. She’d been fed, burped, changed, and swaddled.
“What’s wrong with her, is that the ‘pick-me-up’ cry?” I asked the baby whisperer.
“Yup,” Edward answered. The four of us lay in the dark, silently pleading for sleep to come.
“Check to see if she peed.” He must’ve heard a change in her inflections.
Her diaper was saturated (again), but the second I laid a hand on her she went silent. She’s crying for mommy to love on her. I changed her and lay back down.
“Who’s good,” Ed bragged. And then she cried. The Ladies giggled.
Still she cried.
I got up again, walked back to the basinet, and she stopped. I lay back down.
“What did you do?” the baby whisperer puzzled.
“I gave her a pacifier.”