Many of us grow up with dreams of what life will be like with a new baby. As a child, we may have stuffed a pillow in our shirts and imagined what it must feel like to be pregnant (not me, of course, but SOME people). We pushed our baby dolls around in the stroller and picked her up from time to time to soothe her imaginary cries.
What we don't count on, however, is eventually having a baby (a real one) who doesn't settle when we hold her. Who grunts, and groans and fights her feedings. Who isn't soothed by mom or dad's cuddles or carrying. Who, by all appearances, seems to hate us; at least that's how it feels.