Gently rocking from side to side as she cradled her crying son in her arms, Emma tried her best to calm him down and to figure out what was wrong. So far she had done everything she could think of; she bathed him, changed his diaper, fed him, sung him lullabies, rocked him, burped him, and even tried skin to skin contact. Nothing would soothe him and she felt like she had run out of ideas.
Hearing the crying intensify, Emma felt her heart ache. She hated to see her baby crying and every time he cried like this she felt his pain. Was she failing as a mother? Was she not good at this? Should she call Claire to come home? Shaking her head, she put the burp cloth back over her shoulder and gently patted James on the back. Hearing James burp after a good five minutes, Emma smiled when the crying stopped. She had figured it out.
