When my son was a few months old and left alone with me, he would cry for hours despite my every effort to console him. I cried, too. It was unnerving, overwhelming and frustrating. I was out of my element, out of control, and going out of my mind. I could not find any reason for his crying, any cause for the plaintive effect, which was a great challenge for the scientist in me to overcome.
She grabbed my hand and squeezed it hard enough to stop the blood from flowing to my fingertip, and it must have caused an unnatural backflow of blood surging towards my chest, because even when I wanted to be mad at her for not letting me rest, somehow she managed to lift me up out of my horrific mood.