being grandma
Infants cry a lot. Well, they squall and rage and twist their sweet little faces into gargoyle visages, having not yet learned what comes between serenity and protest. I remember how, as the mom, my tension over the noise of discomforts and outrages fed into the cycle, everyone's anxiety increasing as attempts to calm always seemed to fall short. I see this in my daughter's struggling with her baby's unhappy moments--some of which go on for a considerable time! A mother suffering from sleep... Sign in to see full entry.