The fussy cries have stopped. I peek through the crack between the closed bedroom door and the jamb. She is still. For how long? If the past few days are any indication, at least an hour, maybe an hour and a half. I wash some dishes, make lunch, peck out a blog post on my phone. The rug will be vacuumed today. The toilet will be scrubbed. According to the internet, I’m abusing/neglecting my child, but so far, this is working much better than anything else I’ve tried. And when she wakes up, she’ll be smiling. So will I.
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