First of all, happy birthday! I'd bake you a cake or cookies, but that would be cruel to a pregnant woman and they'd never make it to you over there across the pond without being moldy and inedible anyway. So, I'll just eat some cookies in your honor sometime today. I could put a candle on one of them. Sing to 'em. Or something. Probably not, but it's the thought that counts, right?
Second, I'm not one to cry in public or, honestly, even in front of my husband. If I must, and I do often enough, I have to be somewhere by myself or with, at most, one other person. I'm sure that's not the healthiest of things, but it's just what I do. I didn't cry at our wedding, which the man still likes to bring up on occasion (if only because he
did cry, there
in his kilt, in front of everyone and it was the most adorable thing on the planet ever for real), but he understands that my dysfunctional side of the family managed to scrape it together long enough to be present for our big day and thus completely ruined any chances of emotional outburst from me until we were alone in the car far away from them. Ha. So, I suppose it has some roots back there in family stuff. I feel that crying can be good if it's productive, if it leads to a willingness to talk about issues, but, since I'm prone to hormone-induced emotions I'd not otherwise invite upon myself, I just try to keep crying to myself so as to not appear too insane.
Maybe it's too late for that.
You're story is cute, though, if only because I'm biased about babies. Eli was never a crier, and I'm thankful. Wailing babies are exhausting, regardless of how cute they may otherwise be. It sounds like you got it all out of your system in 24 hours. Haha. Poor thing. I couldn't do the rooming-away thing with Eli—he was too new and too precious and had to be by my uncomfortable hospital bed so I could stare at him at 3 in the morning and watch him sleep. I'm weird that way. Besides, when the nurses come in every two hours to poke you and prod you and make sure you're feeling alright and see if you need anything, it's not like you're sleeping anyway. What's a baby in the mix? Ugh!
I digress.
Again, happy birthday!