More Will Be Revealed

Mom and dad both had to go to work today, for the first time since baby was born, and baby spent about seven hours with her grandparents and great-grandparents. I called from the office where I was working twice, hearing baby wailing on the other end of the phone the first time and hearing that she had seldom stopped crying during the afternoon the second. Baby evidently ate very little, one smallish portion of solid food and a few ounces of formula. (Why we didn’t leave breast milk instead is a long story.) In the interests of overkill, my wife and I came in our separate cars to the grandparents to pick up baby. By the time I got there, baby was in her mom’s lap and about ninety percent of the way back to calm and contented. That left me to be debriefed on the dimensions of woe that had preceded. As I listened, I couldn’t help but wonder if we’ve accidentally spoiled our beloved or simply built strong parental bonds that produce strong separation anxiety. One thing’s for sure: More will be revealed.