I have reached the inevitable point of me being sick and praying that Phoebe doesn't get what I have. So I've been thinking what would be the perfect world according to babies and my imagination has led me to Babyland.
Babyland- a place where babies are always smiling and coo-ing; where parents always know what to do and when to do it; where let down doesn't take 10 minutes; where poopy diapers smell like lavender and there are no accidents to speak of; there are no fevers, rashes, or runny noses; crying it out isn't a precursor to sleepytime; and there's no reason fo rbun-bun to hold up your pacifier- in fact there's no need for pacifiers or any other sucking instrument; no need for bibs because when you teethe they just come through without any pain or drooling; medication is not needed and stains just disappear from your clothing; mothers look like supermodels after delivery and dads can sit at home with the newspaper because the house is immaculate and the dishes wash themselves. Laundry never has to be done there because they never get dirty. So this is Babyland- where every baby is wanted and loved.
Unfortunately this is the real world and not every baby is wanted and loved. It's a place where people get frustrated and angry and sad and just downright... down. This word has poopy diapers that can make Oscar the Grouch say yuck!. And yes- it is a place where babies can get sick from their mommies... so if you care enough about babies, please pray that mine doesn't get what I've got. :-D
