Dude, Really? - 71 Days

There's an old song, from the 60s, called "Mama Said." I've heard it a hundred times but all I remember is the lyric "Mama said there'd be days like this." The song is all about accepting what the reality is, because Mama warned us that things would happen. Maybe some things we don't like.

Well my mama (your grandma) NEVER told me that my baby would cry as much as you. My mama NEVER told me that my baby would sleep for only a couple hours each time. My mama never told me I would drop f-bombs in front of an eight week old baby because the baby wouldn't stop being fussy.

Baby Bear, there's no way to sugar coat this. You cry a lot. Sometimes your mama has to hold you all day because if she puts you in the crib or baby basket, you cry your eyes out. We don't know why you cry. We feed you. Change your diaper. Burp you. Smile at you. Play with you. Beg you to relax. Reason with you. Nothing seems to work.

Sometimes you drive us so crazy we want to bang our heads against a wall. And then other times you smile so sweetly and kind of laugh and you melt our hearts. This is the baby's defense. 90% of the time you make us crazy and then 10% you are the cutest fucking thing on the planet and we forget about all the sleepless night and dirty diapers and spitting up and we just fall head over heels in love with you again and again.

How do you do that? Why do you do that?