‘Don’t worry,’ I was told. ‘It won’t take you long to learn the difference in your baby’s cries.’
I was holding my screaming baby in one arm, had a bottle in the other and my phone cocked between my ears.
I was talking to my girlfriend. My eight-day-old firstborn was beside himself but WOULD. NOT. TAKE. THE. DAMN. BOTTLE. I thought if I called her and got her to listen to his cry she would be able to interpret it and tell me what the problem was.
Ahhhh. No.
Instead she gently reminded me that every baby is different and gave me a checklist to run through each time he cried until I could accurately tune into him. Like Eleven from Stranger Things tuning into the wireless radio with her mind.
I figured it out eventually. I figured that if he was crying right after he had just drained a bottle, he probably had a wet nappy. If he was crying inconsolably around 6pm at night and he hadn’t had a very long nap earlier in the afternoon, he was probably overtired. If he woke up howling first thing in the morning, he was probably starving.
I never really figured out the cries. More, I learned to read our daily rhythms. I was intepreting the context around us.
I figured I was a faulty model. A lemon of a mother. You’ll put up with her, but she wasn’t quite right. I mean, a well-oiled mother would able to interpret her baby’s primitive communications on spec, am I right?