Baby cries. We rush to comfort. Universal truth. We would do anything, ANYTHING to assuage, palliate, comfort, or reassure this tiny little creature that commands us beyond every waking moment. What does he need? Is it hunger? Diaper change? hot? cold? change of scene? burp it out? Wants love? What could it be... he's still crying???? We are availing ourselves to every possible whim, trying to discern what he needs. This is the starting ground of parenthood. Absolute subjection. Absolute devotion. We love this little guy. The only thing we hope for is that he is happy (or maybe sleeping...)
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