Five minutes can seem like five hours when you have a baby crying for milk and you're waiting on the bottle warmer to work its magic. Not just crying but the type of savage crying that tugs at some non-physical "parent" string that makes you instantly want to save them from whatever's wrong. But when you know what's wrong and the solution takes five minutes to get ready, you have no choice but to keep focussed and ignore the screaming.
How the hell can something so small make such a loud noise? Whatever you do, do NOT go near them when they're like that (unless you are of the breast variety of parent in which case you don't need to wait the five minutes). I went near him after thiry two seconds of warming and he screamed and gret even louder than before. He even had little tears streaming down his face and his bottom lip was quivering more than a kite in the wind. Seriously, just stand by the bottle warmer and will it to finish - that's about as much as you can do to help. Anything else and you'll just end up getting stressed and thinking you're doing the kid some kind of permanent damage... which you're not. :p
Saturday, 27 October 2007
tick tock tick tock
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Labels: crying, milk, the first year
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