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important concerns. He wasn’t entirely sure how this part went, but he suspected he couldn’t simply hand her a bottle and tell her to go to sleep. In movies and on TV he had seen mothers feed bottles to babies while rocking them. Because that seemed like an excellent formula to get the kid back to sleep, he unbuckled her from her seat, plucked her out and headed for the rocker, bottle in hand.
With a sigh, and glad that absolutely none of his trucker co-workers could see him, he dropped to the rocker, arranged the kid across his lap, pillowed her head on his forearm and slid the bottle into her mouth. She began to suck. He began to rock. Too late, he realized he should have turned on the TV so he would have something to do while she drank her milk. But that ship had sailed. So he rocked back and forth, watching her suck down half the contents of her bottle and noticing that her eyelids quickly became droopy and began to drift shut.
He shook his head inamazement. This was so darned easy he really had to wonder why parents whined about caring for kids. When Daphne’s eyes had been closed for about two minutes, Cooper knew he could lay her down. But, as he rose from the rocker, congratulating himself on the good mothering he had just done, he realized that Zoe was asleep in the room at the back of the hall. Not only was she sick, but she’d thrown herself sideways across the bed.
Well…okay. That ruled out Daphne’s usual sleeping place. But no problem. He would take her upstairs.
He climbed the steps, intending to secure her on one of the two single beds in the room across from his, but they were too thin. If she rolled twice, she could fall off. So Daphne couldn’t stay in the spare room.
He carried her into the bedroom he had been using, but he realized that though this bed was wider than the singles in the other room, it was too high. If she rolled off, she’d fall so far she’d probably be hurt.
So, the first bed was being wholly taken by her mother. The second beds were too thin. The third was too far off the ground. He sighed again. At some point even Goldilocks found a bed that was just right.
Daphne stirred in his arms with a whimper. He quickly began to rock her back to sleep. “Shhhhh,” he crooned, then rolled his eyes heavenward. He was so glad there wasn’t anybody around to witness this!
But Daphne didn’t quiet down from therocking or the crooning. Instead, she stretched, her eyes opened, her face puckered and she began to cry.
“Oh, no! No. No. No. Come on, kid! Remember, I’m not a pro. I need some…”
He stopped talking, then sniffed the air. Dear God!
“Oh, Daphne! Darn it, kid! I hadn’t yet worked myself up to change a wet diaper. I can’t handle what you cooked up down there!”
Daphne began to cry in earnest.
“Shhhhh,” he soothed, then groaned when he got another whiff of what he knew was in her diaper. “Your mom owes me big-time,” he said as he turned and jogged down the steps, holding Daphne about two feet away from himself.
Luckily he’d brought the diaper bag into the kitchen the night before. He grabbed it and pulled out a disposable diaper, but he suddenly realized there was nowhere to change her, so he turned and ran upstairs again, back to the room he was using with the bigger bed.
He laid her down and ripped open the front snaps of her one-piece pajamas. Not quite sure what to do then, he studied the situation and realized he would have to take her legs out of the pajamas to get her diaper off.
He did that. Then examined the diaper, noting the strips of tape on either side. With a resigned sigh, he yanked open both tape tabs and then groaned at what awaited him. Especially when he realized that he had left the diaper bag—and therefore the wet cloths—downstairs.
He didn’t have any choice but to make thebest of the situation and eventually got her cleaned up and a new diaper installed. By the time he slid her legs into the pajamas again, she was
With a sigh, and glad that absolutely none of his trucker co-workers could see him, he dropped to the rocker, arranged the kid across his lap, pillowed her head on his forearm and slid the bottle into her mouth. She began to suck. He began to rock. Too late, he realized he should have turned on the TV so he would have something to do while she drank her milk. But that ship had sailed. So he rocked back and forth, watching her suck down half the contents of her bottle and noticing that her eyelids quickly became droopy and began to drift shut.
He shook his head inamazement. This was so darned easy he really had to wonder why parents whined about caring for kids. When Daphne’s eyes had been closed for about two minutes, Cooper knew he could lay her down. But, as he rose from the rocker, congratulating himself on the good mothering he had just done, he realized that Zoe was asleep in the room at the back of the hall. Not only was she sick, but she’d thrown herself sideways across the bed.
Well…okay. That ruled out Daphne’s usual sleeping place. But no problem. He would take her upstairs.
He climbed the steps, intending to secure her on one of the two single beds in the room across from his, but they were too thin. If she rolled twice, she could fall off. So Daphne couldn’t stay in the spare room.
He carried her into the bedroom he had been using, but he realized that though this bed was wider than the singles in the other room, it was too high. If she rolled off, she’d fall so far she’d probably be hurt.
So, the first bed was being wholly taken by her mother. The second beds were too thin. The third was too far off the ground. He sighed again. At some point even Goldilocks found a bed that was just right.
Daphne stirred in his arms with a whimper. He quickly began to rock her back to sleep. “Shhhhh,” he crooned, then rolled his eyes heavenward. He was so glad there wasn’t anybody around to witness this!
But Daphne didn’t quiet down from therocking or the crooning. Instead, she stretched, her eyes opened, her face puckered and she began to cry.
“Oh, no! No. No. No. Come on, kid! Remember, I’m not a pro. I need some…”
He stopped talking, then sniffed the air. Dear God!
“Oh, Daphne! Darn it, kid! I hadn’t yet worked myself up to change a wet diaper. I can’t handle what you cooked up down there!”
Daphne began to cry in earnest.
“Shhhhh,” he soothed, then groaned when he got another whiff of what he knew was in her diaper. “Your mom owes me big-time,” he said as he turned and jogged down the steps, holding Daphne about two feet away from himself.
Luckily he’d brought the diaper bag into the kitchen the night before. He grabbed it and pulled out a disposable diaper, but he suddenly realized there was nowhere to change her, so he turned and ran upstairs again, back to the room he was using with the bigger bed.
He laid her down and ripped open the front snaps of her one-piece pajamas. Not quite sure what to do then, he studied the situation and realized he would have to take her legs out of the pajamas to get her diaper off.
He did that. Then examined the diaper, noting the strips of tape on either side. With a resigned sigh, he yanked open both tape tabs and then groaned at what awaited him. Especially when he realized that he had left the diaper bag—and therefore the wet cloths—downstairs.
He didn’t have any choice but to make thebest of the situation and eventually got her cleaned up and a new diaper installed. By the time he slid her legs into the pajamas again, she was
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