It was Jason Todd, of all people, who finally got the baby to fall asleep. Jason Todd, the gun-toting, reformed mercenary, abrasive, “even death couldn’t kill me”, brash, most in-your-face member of the family.
They had tried everything.
Dick had played peek-a-boo and pat-a-cake with the baby. He had tried tickling, cuddling, silly voices… but the baby had only cried even more.
Tim had put on some classical music: Mozart, Beethoven, Chopin… claiming that it would make them both sleepier and smarter. The baby began to scream.
Steph had dangled various toys in front of the baby’s face, making weird faces at it and cooing ‘who’s a good little baby?’ over and over and over until the others told her to STOP.
Damian had attempted hypnosis on the little human, and when that failed, insisted that they give it a dose of tranquilliser from the batcave; an idea that was considered, then quickly shot down.
They had called Babs, who protested she knew nothing about babies, but suggested they ‘feed it or something’. No amount of baby formula stopped the crying, which was, by now, distressed and once again verging on screaming.
Alfred had even stepped in, fussing over the child as he felt behind the neck to check the baby’s temperature. He asked the routine questions regarding nappies and feeding and such. He put the child down in the cot, suggesting they try the ‘controlled crying method’, and chided them for spoiling the baby by answering to their every beck and call. But after fifteen minutes, even Alfred had to admit he was at a loss.
Bruce was called as a joke, but as soon as he heard the baby’s crying in the background he said “I can’t take anymore!”— his voice sounding slightly desperate, if not forced— and hung up on them.
Cass came the closest of all of them, gently dancing around the room with the baby in her arms, humming softly. But as soon as she stopped, the crying started again.
Falling in love is feeling the warm breeze envelope you. It’s feeling giddy with laughter. It’s when you have a crush on someone and for the first time in forever, for some reason, the stars align and your crush likes you back. Falling in love is springtime. It’s stepping into a bath tub when the water is just right. Fire, passion, red, all emotions described in books, but instead love is blue and purple in all the right places. Love is soft, like a puppy’s fur. Love is calm and serene. Love is when the ocean rises and tickles your toes. Falling in love happens slowly and unexpectedly. You are in love before you ever noticed it started. Love is watching a baby play peek-a-boo. It’s a feeling of accomplishment when beating your high score. Love is tender and if you listen carefully, you can hear it’s heart beating.
When the baby was born, Karma thoughts he looked just like him - with red-haired and a pair of mercury eyes.
However, those pair of eyes were much softer than shimmering with mischief like him. Probably inherited from her.
They named the baby, Dharma.
To take care of Dharma was such an easy task. He didn’t cause much trouble to any of them - much to his relief. Karma loved him even more each day and she never forgot to shower his face with kisses each morning.
He loved being pampered by his parents.
He rarely smile despite Sugino was making weird faces or Kayano attempted by playing peek-a-boo. They said he was a chic baby (hard to please) and Karma couldn’t ask more. He definitely inherited those trait from him - much to her dissapointment.
Well, he did smile - only to them whenever both them were engrossed with their work and he wanted an attention.
The only time Karma knew he has a dimple was when she picked him up at daycare after work. Karma was there - witnessed it and can’t help but to capture those moment before framed it on his office. He wondered from whom he got it.
He turned six and he looked even more like him. Even Nagisa was taken aback with their similarities but Karma reassured him he was more like his mother - gentle and like Science more than anyone else.
It was during he caught a cold and she had to work outstation that Dharma had to took care of him.
He brought a bowl of porridge and medicine for cold on the tray before sending it to his room.
His small hand took the damp towel and replaced it with new one on his forehead. Then, he sat on the edge of bed before rambling about what happened at school and how he got an A+ for his science experiment.
Karma listened to him intently like he always did to her. Seeing his enlighten face makes him forgot momentarily about his sickness. He thoughts he was just like her once she opened up to him.
He wondered if they are going to have another child - would it be like him instead?
His question was answered later when she got pregnant with their second child.
This time, it was a reincarnation of Manami but her behaviour was more like him.
Object Permanence, and why I'm laughing and rolling my eyes at myself right now.
I was going to start with the following disclaimer:
“Since I’ve noticed that most of the time when I write a rough draft of a post and save it to publish later, I usually forget about it, so this post in a liveblog of my epiphany and not 100% perfectly organized…”
Then, considering what the post was to be about, I laughed at myself a lot in that “OH OF COURSE, THAT EXPLAINS IT!” way.
So anyways, I saw something in the actually autistic tag and it hit me: object permanence! Of course! I’m not an expert but what I know offhand about this concept is enough to make me think it’s at least loosely related to a lot of issues I have with organization and executive function tasks.
(Object permanence: basically the most common way to explain it is when babies are at the “obsessed with peek-a-boo game” stage, it’s because they DON’T yet have object permanence, and therefore when you cover your face, or hide a toy, they think it has disappeared from existence since they can’t see it at the moment, and they are so surprised to see that you do, in fact, come back when they see you/the toy again. They eventually understand that even though it’s not in sight, it still exists (objects are permamently existant).
How does this relate to me as a 26 year old adult grownup? I think it’s why I have always preferred to store things in sight (as opposed to organized in a drawer or put away in the closet or whatever). If I can’t see it at any given time, I forget where it is.
I have to keep my meds on the counter in the bathroom otherwise I’ll forget to take them. I have to write a note with important things to do and leave it where I will for-sure see it, or I’ll probably forget.
I start the laundry and shut the laundry room door, and completely forget that it’s going. I’ll start making soup and if I get distracted by something that takes me into another room I’ll lose track of time and forget that I need to watch for the soup to be ready.
If I start to clean my room (organizing the closet is the biggest one) and leave the room and get actively into something else, I’ll go back in my room that night and “Well, shit. My entire bed and floor are literally covered in stuff that needs to be put away, but it’s midnight and I want to sleep so I’ll pile it all on the floor and finish tomorrow.” Then I get distracted the next day and forget. Repeat cycle: that’s why my room was always a huge mess as a kid.
It’s not exactly object permanence in the way I learned it, but I see a big connection, at least until I read more about the idea… unless I forget to. Hahaha!