The biggest surprise I had after becoming a mother last year was how much my son cried. For a week or so he was serene, then everything changed. If he wasn't nursing or sleeping, he was unsettled, his little bird arms flailing as he grunted and whined. And if he wasn't fussing, he was all-out wailing while my husband and I rushed around like idiots, swaddling, shushing and bouncing him on a banana-yellow birthing ball. Click here to read more...
