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I think a mother can be in a room with 100 other mothers and babies, and instinctually know when it’s her child that’s crying. Your baby’s cry is as unique as his fingerprints. And, as a mom, the sound seems to trigger an automatic, nurturing response — like Pavlov’s dogs, except substitute the bell with the crying, and instead of a dog salivating, you have boobs that leak breast milk. I’ve said it before, that we’ve been really lucky that Charlie doesn’t seem to be much of a crier. But of course, like all babies, he does cry. (Especially between 5 and 8pm. Or when he’s not feeling well, aka, tonight.) Most of the time though, we can tell right away what it is. Hungry, he turns his head ... Read the full post.