Lydia Grace Barron and Molly Joy Barron

Babies cry. They just do. And the lesson I keep having to learn over and over is that this is just what they do and they can seriously handle it. She won't harbor resentment, she won't be mad at me, she won't feel neglected or sad. She'll live. Case in point: This morning I was in the shower and over the sound of the water I could hear Lydia crying. She had woken up and was not feeling particularly patient this morning. I began to rush and quickly rinse my hair and finish my shower, all the while hearing poor Lydia cry louder and louder for someone to come and hold her. I jumped out of the shower, grabbed my towel and ran to her, hair dripping a bit, looked into her bed saying "Lydia, sweetheart I'm here!" and do you know what she did??? My poor sad neglected little baby... She SMILED at me. A HUGE smile. She totally recovered - instantly. What a chump I am! She was FINE! She was crying for attention - true - and she sincerely was ready to get up and wanted to know where we were - true - but was my little baby girl sad and feeling neglected and abandoned and unloved? She SO TOTALLY was NOT. The instant smile and ceasing of tears proved that. It was a funny moment. I love that smile. And the quickness of its arrival when I looked into her bed with wet, dripping hair may have almost convinced me now that she cries to communicate and nothing more about 95% of the time. I'm such a new mom.