Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad there’s a solution to the squalling-when-not-hungry problem. And I’m glad it’s mostly hands-free. I’m just getting a little envious of people who have a reliable supply of personal space.
It’s 8am and I have yet to see which baby I’ll get today: the either-nursing-or-screaming one I had yesterday (seriously, nursing constantly from 10:30am to 8pm) or the reasonably pleasant nursing/napping/occasionally-in-need-of-riding-around-on-a-parent one. I’d prefer the latter so as not to spend this time wishing the early days away.
You don’t see them that often in the first few weeks. I caught an alert moment (mid-poop, but you do what you can) yesterday.