"You can either sit in the Bjorn or you can lay on the bouncy seat and cry...your choice"
Those were my words to Katie-bear, who for the better part of an hour, decided to huff, puff and fuss her way into frustration. Too alert to calm down, too tired to relax, there was just no way around it.
And so it was there, this mix of mesh, foam, fabric and plastic. Resembling a pistol holster or a rock climbing harness, who knew that this contraption could solve a problem of magnitudes equaling world peace or hunger? Yes, the cry of a baby, the shrill noise continuing into perpetuity, often with no cause or no cure.
So despite her protests (more screaming, crying, head shaking, and stiff arming), I slipped her into the harness and buckled her in. After a couple of short bounces and hops, she looked me with soulful eyes if to say "why are you doing this to me?" A few minutes later, the look was more "ok, I'm not sure what this is, but its not so bad." Before we knew it, it was 45 minutes later, she was still awake and alert, but she was just in amazement.
Since then? 5 minutes after strapping her in, she's fast asleep. You can't escape the powers of the Bjorn.
-dad
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