I always say that when my baby cries it is like a have a “Spidey” sense. On my husband’s days off from work he takes the baby downstairs and lets me sleep in a little. Even if I happen to fall into a deep sleep, with the door closed and air conditioning on, I can still hear the cries of my baby.
This phenomenon really makes you think about the biology that is wired in us as mothers. The bond is so deep, down to our innermost workings. The cry of my baby breaks my heart. I’m glad it’s there, even so. It tells me what my baby need, and when he’s sad. I want to do everything in my power to make it better.
As long as my Spidey sense stays in tune, I can attend to my baby’ needs. That is, after all, how God intended it.
October 2nd, 2007 at 3:46 pm
It is such a great feeling isn’t it? my youngest is almost 10 but I never forget the hormone rush when she cried