Pucking Forbidden Claim
” I mutter into the speaker.
A bunch of results pop up, and I click the first one, scrolling through it with bleary eyes.
“Swaddle them.” What the fuck is swaddling?
“Rock them gently.” I’m already doing that!
“Make sure they’ve been burped after feeding.” I blink. Burped?
I glance down at the baby, still crying in my arms, and groan. “You’ve gotta be kidding me.” Sighing, I adjust my hold and try to remember what I’ve seen other people do. I pat her back, once, twice, nothing.