You're a baby and you cry. It's no surprise.
But there are so many things about hearing each of you cry as infants--moving me through the first moments, days, weeks, and months of life with a baby.
I held my breath as you were delivered, waiting for that first cry, then exhaled relief and overwhelming gratitude when I heard it.
Your hunger cries came into my dreams and woke me, with a warm rush, for our late night meetings.
The cries of discomfort, when not quickly calmed, became loud and shrill, ear-piercing, heartwrenching, spirit-shattering wails that sometimes left me in tears, questioning whether I was really going to be able to handle being a mother (of a child, or two, three, or four children).
Eventually these cries all give way to cries of delight, squeals, and laughter. Jabbering, sounds, and words will replace what was once just a lot of crying. I know that when your first birthday comes, most of this crying we do in the early days will be a vague and distant memory for me and you will have no recollection of it at all.
