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Cry Baby

Early motherhood is a game of patience- and it isn't always the baby who's testing yours.

IS the baby crying? She is hungry!
The single most annoying thing on your eardrums- it is almost like an automated sentence from all and sundry the minute your little one squeals or squiggles.
Smile Smile "She won't cry if don't hold her like that crushing her tiny tummy with your humongous hands."

So sad she's crying. What are you doing here?? (accompanied by  a ghastly 'you are such a monster' look)
"I am whiling away time and trying to see how long she will cry before i go deaf. And it takes me more than a nanosecond to drop what I am doing and get across the room!"

Why is she crying like this? Something is wrong with her.
"May be she needs change of scenery. Get a hint???"

Why are you crying baby? Look i'll dance for you. No? Ok I'll show you a doll. No? ok I'll sing for you. No? Why is she crying?
"She's probably hungry."
But you said she just fed sometime ago.
"I am not God. Mothers don't have to ALWAYS know why." Growl.

Are you crying baby?? Good good. Cry- it's exercise for your lungs.
"And it's stressing my eardrums. It would help if your hair weren't in her face."

She is crying so much! (with a 'this woman doesn't even care as much as I do for the baby' look)
"Ok and...?"

O baby. So cute you are but why are you crying.
"Can I pinch your cheeks too?"

O god she's crying. It's just me. What will she do when more people come?!
"More people like you???? O god. I might cry!"

Does she cry like this when she's hungry or sleepy?
"No she usually tells me 'Amma I am hungry' or 'Amma I think I need a nap'"

Like I said, it takes patience to be with a baby and more to deal with the rest of the world.

O she's crying. I must be making her uncomfortable.
"No she's just sleepy. Don't worry" [There's light at the end of the tunnel. 1 in 10 people will pleasantly surprise you.]

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  1. Rofl... I will let you know all that i encounter,.. and more :D

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