I spent 45 minutes this evening rocking my inconsolable two-month-old son back to peace, and as I did so, I did some thinking.
First, I have a good baby. He goes down for naps and bedtime beautifully. He calms down 99.5% of the time with one of more the 5 S’s (thank you, Happiest Baby on the Block). He nurses well. He doesn’t fuss when I change his diaper. He likes baths. He smiles at me and has this lopsided grin that will charm the stoniest heart on Earth. Gabriel is a good baby.
Secondly, babies cry. After determining that my baby cannot be hungry, hot, cold, wet, insufficiently burped, gassy or in pain, I must conclude that sometimes Gabriel cries just because. And that’s OK. I’m not going to take it personally, because I’m doing the best I can.
And because with the dozens of huge smiles he beams at me all day before he dissolves into evening tears, I know I’m doing something right. 🙂