There is no doubt in my mind that
some sort of cosmic baby lottery exists. Some people, like most of our friends,
hit the baby jackpot: their children are happy, they’re healthy, and they’re
quiet – often. Other people, like my wife and I, lose the baby lottery – or
maybe it’s more appropriate to say that we bought a ticket and ended up being
one integer away from every winning number. Our child is healthy (and very good
looking), which is such an amazing comfort and relief. However, he is a loud,
angry scream factory who demands nothing less than an all-consuming, undivided
attention just to keep him from reaching a particular shrill frequency in his
cries that literally causes our dogs to start barking.
