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Wednesday, February 18, 2015
My Dad Knew Stuff
My daughter was an extra sensitive, fussy baby, probably because she was our first. She was very difficult to put to bed, always wanting one more story even when she was too small to even know what the story was about.
When I thought she was asleep, I would silently creep out of her room. As soon as I pulled the door almost closed, she would burst into tears. We were told just let her cry, she will tire and fall off to sleep. My limit was about 73 minutes before I would give up and go in to comfort her…she never tired and fell off to sleep. Experts!
For any new parents out there, this only lasted for about two years, so hang in there.
When Mary Beth was maybe 7 months old we were visiting my parents on The Eastern Shore, Maryland. We went out sight-seeing with my dad and the baby was sound asleep as babies tend to be when riding in the car.
When we parked to check out a Chesapeake Bay view, Mary Beth woke up, and she woke up cranky. It was nap time and she had only slept about a half hour so we knew she was still tired.
My wife rocked and rocked her. Still she cried. She tried to breast feed her. Not working. She tried singing. Still crying.
I took over. I played peek-a-boo and only got boo-hoo. I tried bouncing and that only made the crying worse. Holding tight…nothing, funny faces…made things worse. After about 20 minutes of 7 month old howling my wife and I were at our wits end.
“Hand her to me.” My pop said.
“It won’t do any good dad, she just keeps crying.”
“Give me a shot, I know stuff.”
“Here, take her, but it won’t do any good.”
My dad put Mary Beth on his lap in a sitting position, and proceeded to rub her toes and the arch of her foot. She stopped crying instantly. Her eyes started to droop; in less than three minutes she was sound asleep.
“How the Hell! What did you do?”
“Like I said; I know stuff.”
I have fathered three other infants, all who had similar fits of uncontrollable crying. In each case, I would put the child sitting upon my lap and massage their foot and toes. At no time did this technique ever work for me.