The infant may be crying because I forgot to put a bib on her and she’s soaked with drool. Maybe another mother could have figured that out without much effort. Me? I’ll nurse her, shush her, rock her, walk with her outside, and change her diaper before I finally get the message that she wants a new onesie. But I don’t feel bad about it. My girls know that I’m willing to drive myself crazy in order to meet their needs. They know I’ll do anything to make them happy. They see me go to great lengths to take care of both of them
