There is another child who appears when the former is absent. She seems to be an entirely different creature. Her red face, quivering lower lip and full throated screaming seems to imply some sort of unnatural possession. Very few things calm this child: the sound of a hairdryer, bouncing on a yoga ball, and sometimes riding in a car or baby carriage. She cries when hungry, cries while eating, cries after eating, and mostly cries when not sleeping. She sleeps only when utterly exhausted and tricked into a rest between cries. During the days and nights that this child invades our house her caregivers are emotionally exercised beyond extremes imaginable by people living in normal circumstances.
I wish that I could report that the first child is more frequently seen than the second. Unfortunately, the demon child has been here more often than not.
We are so glad that the grandmothers have been here to help. Without them, how would we ever rest?
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