Cathy is a wonder woman who works in Occupational Therapy. One of those rare souls who are passionate about her job and her field, and who engages with her patients as though they were her own children. She came by today to tag-team with The Wife in the feeding of 20ccs of fortified breastmilk to The Boy (Wonder!).
Along the way, she dispensed practical wisdom which was like water to my soul. While she was prepping Will for his feeding, she noticed my consternation with Ella, who was belting out loud tones and heading for a complete meltdown. I was quietly planning to take her for a walk down the hall, and was bummed about missing this important lesson.
“She arching her back?” queried my new best friend.
“Uhhh, yeah, I guess,” said I.
“Here,” she gestured.
She flipped Ella into some kind of one-handed sleeper hold as she attended to Will. Once she noticed my unblinking study of her magic, she handed her back to me and gave me the run-down. The maneuver (which I’ll be selling on the internet) involved some rather rhythmic swaying and some serious patting, which required some concentration on my part (“he doesn’t dance,” explained The Wife). Several minutes later, Cathy interrupted my dutiful execution to point out that Ella was, in fact, dead asleep. “You can put her down now,” she smiled, “she’s gone.”
Indeed. The Girl slept for a solid hour with only one necessary reprisal of my new mojo. In the meantime, Cathy gave us great hope with the boy, and a bunch of other miraculous tips to make our lives a lot lighter. Then she left us, and I fully expect her weekend will involve walking on water, playing with poisonous snakes, and making wine out of Club Soda.