The Magic Baby Hack That Has Taken the Internet by Storm {and Personal Proof That it Works}


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My daughter had her two month shots today. After having three children go through these, I can say with a fair degree of confidence that these shots are THE WORST. If you haven’t gone through them yet, do yourself a favor and just clear your calendar for the day of your baby’s two month well visit. Have some ready-made food available (or better yet, a pizza place on standby) queue up your Netflix, and plan to camp out on the couch with a very unhappy baby. 

Sorry, I’m getting off topic… we’re here to talk about the magic. So, as I spent eight hours on the couch today, with a fairly miserable baby and my boobs out, I obviously spent a little some okay, ALL the time on the Internet. I extinguished everything of interest on my Facebook wall and went down some rabbit holes of Internet browsing. Memes and GIFs were viewed, comments were read. It got ugly for awhile there. But: Oh. My. Goodness. Friends, it was so very worth it, because I stumbled upon the most amazing video. A video that, at last check, has been viewed 34,171,324 times. 34,171,324. I can’t even comprehend that number, but I can comprehend why.   

Watch this magic. 

Check out this quick clip from my live Facebook video earlier to learn #HowToStopACryingBaby πŸ˜‚πŸ€£πŸ€—πŸ‘ΌπŸ˜πŸ™πŸ»#OMBaby #DanielEisenman #BreakingNormal #TheFreedomCatalyst

Posted by Daniel Eisenman: The Freedom Catalyst on Friday, April 21, 2017



Perhaps you’re (understandably) skeptical. You may be thinking that the baby was simply entranced by the power of her father’s obviously perfect abs. I wondered the same thing. But, with my far from perfect abs, I was also able to magically soothe my miserable-from-too-many-shots baby with something other than a pair of very worn out boobs. 

I tried it on four separate occasions and it worked every time. My husband was in the kitchen making cupcakes while I typed away and chanted “om” at the baby every time she fussed. I’m quite sure he thinks I’m nuts, but it just KEEPS WORKING.

So, if the next time you come to my house and see that we’re having a dance party to a soundtrack of Buddhist monks chanting instead of our usual 90’s pop mix, you’ll understand why. 

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Tracy was born and raised in Southeastern Massachusetts and currently resides about 15 minutes outside of Providence with her husband and their three children, Max (2012), Ryder (2014), and Lily (2017). As a mother, she has dabbled in various parenting philosophies, and after attempting everything from free range to helicopter, she's landed squarely in the camp of "I'll do whatever it takes to make the noise stop." In all seriousness, Tracy believes that the key to happily surviving parenthood is grace. Whenever possible it should be given generously to our children, our spouses, and especially ourselves. Tracy has spent her career working with mothers and children in various capacities. She has a private therapy practice, is an Infant Massage Instructor, and works in Early Intervention. She has learned that one of things that children need most is well supported parents, and she believes that the candid sharing of stories and experiences is an important way of supporting parents. When she's not at work, Tracy spends her days trying to get outside, writing, and searching for her patience at the bottom of a (reheated) cup of coffee. She is an avid runner, and she loves to cook, obsessively organize, and drink wine.