I'm a sucker

So it's official. I'm a sucker - I can't stand the crying. Or better yet - Lilly Rose's crying. She was tired, fighting sleep, after the 4PM feeding. And she had fallen asleep, and we put her in the swing, set it running, and then let her be. And once we let her be, she let loose with her wailing. And I was on the phone with my mom, and she said 'there' nothing wrong with picking her up' But I went through the checklist - was she hungry? No. She had fed and fed. And even burped. Did she have a dirty diaper? No. She was just changed. She was comfortable, she was swinging, she was swaddled, well as best as she could be in the swing. She even had music, the advances of the baby swing these days - it's got something like 6-10 songs and sounds apiece. Pretty nice. But all of a sudden, like I said, the crying started. I remember looking at my computer, it was 5:28. I said, ok, two minutes. And if she's still crying then I will pick her up. Well, it really wasn't 5:28 for a whole minute, because it changed to 5:29 within 10-20 seconds. So I only had to sit through one minute. And it was a long minute. And sure indeed, at 5:30, I picked her up, she quieted down immediately, and was fine. She just wanted to be held (though nothing wrong with that). And within a couple minutes she was asleep in my arms and looking super cute.

So just a few minutes ago, at 8:50PM, she was asleep, started crying. Mark and I looked at each other, said five minutes, and went about watching Last Comic Standing (we're three episodes behind - don't tell us what's going on). And sure enough, she had a loud cry. And it got louder. But by 8:53, three minutes later, she was done. So I've learned my lesson. Well for today, anyway.