My Girl

When I woke up this morning I went right away to the crib to check Kate. She was in a deep sleep. But I had to wake her up for her milk and also she needed to be changed. So when I started feeding her, she slowly opened her eyes and looked around while she kept sucking her milk down. When she was about to finish I burped her and put her back in the crib. For some reason she began to cry, so I picked her up and rocked her till she went to sleep again. I can't figure it out. Sometimes she get cranky and fussy for no obvious reason. Her dad claims it's existential anxiety or that she's remembering her birth. He has a lot of theories, but sometimes he has a difficult time quieting her. He applied all the techniques at his disposal from Dr. Spock in order to get her to stop crying but they didn't work. Sometimes when she cries uncontrollably I have to take care of her or she won't stop. It's a very demanding situation, though, because I would love to rest too. I wish I could fix her larynx; maybe that's the source of the problem. One thing, however, that her dad finds effective in making her happy is putting her in a carboard box to which he's attached a long rope, and pulling her throughout our apartment. She loves getting rides.