A bottle.

Upright on my shoulder.

Walking.

The dryer, which somebody had told me about.

Eleven minutes of the four things that work on babies, none of which worked.

And when I moved her from one arm to the other, shifting her lower, she made a sound that I have never been able to describe to anybody and that I am not going to attempt here.

I put her down on a changing pad on the floor and opened the sleeper.