Irony

So, for four hours, the only way that Tobin would sleep was if he was feeding or sucking. If he wasn't doing those things, he was crying loudly, causing his parents to begin to question their fitness only 48 hours into this journey. Later the same night, he had to be woken up repeatedly to keep feeding. So, at two different times in the same five-hour span, you could have heard either of these conversations in our house:

"What's wrong?"
"He won't sleep. He wants to feed or suck."
"Oh."
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"What's wrong?"
"He won't feed or suck. He just wants to sleep."
"Oh."

Tobin, my friend, I think that's what the grown-ups call irony.