
High Needs infants can be described as intense ego maniacs who get pleasure from seeing the people around them melt into a self pitying puddle of inadequate nurturers. I jokingly (so they thought) told friends and family, "This baby is broken." I would laugh to hide my tears. What I learned about mothering a HN baby during the first year of life:
1. I am an idiot. I can't change a diaper right. I don't know how to feed him correctly. I have no idea how to get a baby to sleep.
2. All babies are not the same. I am an idiot for thinking they are.
3. Babies will sleep when they darn well please. Some babies barely need sleep at all. They are content to scream and scream and scream and scream. On the rare occasion their eyes do close, it is just to give them enough energy to scream for four more hours. On average, that nap is around 30 minutes if you are holding them. Fifteen tops if you put them down.
4. You can spend money on a crib, bassinet, pack n play, or swing. You should have put that money into your therapy sessions. HN babies do not sleep.
5. They are like mean drunks. Most milk drunk babies will knock right out, pushing away from your breast as they get full. HN drunks get vindictive, belligerent, and obnoxious. They don't want any more milk, but you better not put that nipple away. YOU. BETTER. NOT!
6. There is no such thing as a routine for an HN baby. What worked yesterday will not work today.
7. They bring out all the know-it-all parents in your inner circle who will take great delight in telling you what you are doing "wrong." These are the idiots that have never dealt with a High Needs infant.
8. Their cries invoke fear of the greatest multitude. In Gaelic folklore, banshees were female spirits who wails to warn of impending death. In reality, these were the mothers of HN infants in ancient times who were positive that impending death was foretold by sleepless nights with screaming infants. To warn of their impending sleep deprived deaths, they would wail in harmony with their screaming infants. It is true. I sang that symphony one late night in January. I was wrong. I didn't die. I just felt like a zombie the next day.

10. HN infants may cry the loudest, but they also laugh the hardest, grin with the biggest smiles, and have the brightest eyes. You give them your best, because the demand it. You love them the most, because they need it. They are your future CEOs, entrepreneurs, inventors.....so you better be nice to them!
They are like mean drunks. That made me laugh.
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