The first two weeks, I was all, “Oh my goodness, our baby? Is perfect. He never cries. I have given birth to the only baby in the world that does not cry. I am magic.”
As it turns out…babies don’t really cry for the first two weeks. That third week? They cry. Like the weight of the world is resting firmly on their 21-day-old shoulders.
So while I still think he’s perfect…said perfection includes quite a bit of noise.
The things that have been working for me: pacing endlessly back and forth from the side of the apartment with the screaming children sounds (we live next to a school) to the side of the apartment with the ear-splitting construction sounds (we also live next to a future 2nd Avenue Subway stop), toting him around in a carrier like a little papoose while vacuuming, singing old Eagles songs (finally! someone enthusiastic about listening to my singing voice)…and an iPhone app sent straight from the gods.
This is TMSoft. It plays things like babbling brooks, Tibetan wind chimes, and purring kittens. It single-handedly gave us the best – and most-needed – nap in the universe yesterday afternoon.
Do itttt. Baby or no.
