I have a baby. He does not cry. He feeds every 20 minutes; apart from feed that he wants after every diaper change, bath, massage. But I have a baby who does not cry.
Me : In the kitchen staring at … don’t remember what. With rhino-thorn hair, drenched in my own milk, one boob hanging out from the maternity bra.
Hubby : In the living room with baby darling.
Hubby : “Awesome”.
Me : Shaken out from my daze.
Hubby : “OMG honey, our 3 month old is teething!”.
Me : Dashes out, f
aster than milk comes from boobs, to the living room.
Hubby and Baby : Both grinning – one with a teeth-y smile , the other with the silhouette of a tooth.
Me : Faints.
Me : Wakes up after 20 minutes.
Baby feeds every 20 minutes.