I went back to the baby and picked her up again. As I started walking with her she stopped crying but if I tried to put her down she would start again. I thought that perhaps she was sleepy so started to rock her to sleep but she stared up at me with eyes wide open and not a hint of sleepiness. She began to smile at me. I put her back down on the bed and started to talk to her I told her how hungry I was after feeding her four times that morning on an empty stomach and how important it was that I eat now if I was to give her another feed soon. She talked back to me with delighted coos and gurgles and it seemed like the uneasiness had passed and she was comfortable again. So I kissed her on her nose and went back to my by now cold breakfast.
A couple of forkfuls of cheese omelet later the howling started again! I set my fork down and rushed back to my darling daughter's side. I changed the wet nappy but the crying didn't stop. I picked her up and started walking and talking and that did the trick. Put her back down and she made a face but was OK so long as I stayed with her and talked to her. Only then did the reason for her sobs hit me; she simply wanted company. My breakfast was already brunch and would soon be lunch at this rate so I needed a solution now. I carried my little bundle over to her grandfather "Dad please take her for a little while" I said, "I really need to eat something". Lovingly my father took his granddaughter in his arms and before I had even left the room they had a nice little conversation going.
I finally got down to finishing my breakfast/brunch/lunch and poured myself a hot cup of tea. With cup in hand I strolled over to my dad's room to check on things. My baby was blissfully asleep in her grandpa's lap as he sat in his rocking chair rocking back and forth. It's a familiar scene one I have seen often even with my older daughter but it still makes my heart melt every time. "Oh well" I thought to myself with a sigh, "I guess I'm on a break".








