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#BABY ARE YOU DOWN DOWN DOWN DOWN DOWN DOWN DOWN HOW TO#

Think about it: Almost all other mammals come out knowing how to walk! But humans are like tiny, helpless fetuses when they come out. I soon read about the вЂњfourth trimesterвЂќ and how human babies arenвЂ™t really even ready to be born, but their heads are so damn big, they have to come out earlier than most mammals.

In fact, once I stopped trying to make my baby comfortable out of my arms, we both got a lot happier. When my husband was around, he held him, and the rest of the time, I did. The baby swing was pretty much the only thing that worked, but it only worked about 15% of the time.ДЄnd then, I just gave up. I tried leaving him in the bassinet with a blanket that smelled like me. I tried swaddling blankets, which he promptly rejected. Soon after that, I employed the вЂњI get it, but I really just need you to be okay without me sometimesвЂќ attitude. I swear he was totally and completely asleep, but as soon as I put him down, he eyes popped open wide, like he was saying to me, вЂњWhat the actual fuck, lady?вЂќ As gently and carefully as I could, I slowly lowered him into the bassinet. He was totally out, limp as a noodle, his eyes rolled back, milk-drunk and sleepy. When he was a few days old, soon after my milk finally came in, he passed out nursing on my chest. We had a cozy little bassinet, a baby swing, and a bouncy seat, all gifted to us. The harsh reality was that my baby did not feel the same way. But I was a human being, and I needed to do certain things without having a baby stuck to me like glue. I loved holding, nursing, and cuddling my newborn. So there was a part of me that was totally shocked by how different the reality of baby care was from my expectations. Still, the activities we do when we are children become ingrained in our psyches more than we know. Obviously, I knew that a real live human baby was different than a plastic doll, and I had given up playing with dolls long ago by the time I had my first baby. And while I had my arms free, I could play in my toy kitchen, cooking and cleaning as though these were the most magical activities on earth. As they peacefully slept, IвЂ™d watch them from afar, cooing about what good babies they were. I could hold my baby dolls all I wanted, cover them with kisses, feed them, put them down, and go on my merry way. It seemed so simple, and I seemed like such a good mom. But looking back, the care I gave those dolls was completely different than the care my real babies ended up needing. I always had a doll or two on hand that I took very good care of. I wanted to be a mom for as long as I can remember.

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