Getting Better

Better days are here. Earlier than expected. Almost too good to be true that I had to stifle my pleasantries for fear of breaking some spell.

I remember the days when I had to latch her when shuttling between home and Grandma's place; the times when she will not settle for anything other than nursing to sleep; when she kept crying and screaming even when she was in someone's arms. Grandma fretted over what could be 'disturbing' her so much, the Mum sometimes simply functioned like a zombie, too zonked out over the lack of sleep compounded by the irrational fussing.

The Mum is not too sure what caused the change. Was it the change in her parenting method? J's co-sleeping at night with the parents? Or she simply decided to change her nature at the 4-month mark (rather than the infamous 3)?

She still cries and fusses to be carried. She still screams. She still demands more attention and energy from you than any other babies. But now that better days are here, the parents recall the tough times with fuzziness.

Thank God!