The crib’s base began a gentle, metronomic sway. The cry stuttered, hiccupped, then faded. I lay frozen in the dark, waiting for the guilt to arrive. It didn’t. For the first time in four months, I rolled over and slept until 6:00 a.m.
“He’s so advanced,” the other mothers at the park said, their eyes flicking from Leo (who sat placidly in his stroller, watching a pigeon with detached curiosity) to the small, white sensor pod clipped to his collar. automatic nanny
Leo stared. Then he picked up the square block and threw it across the room. The crib’s base began a gentle, metronomic sway
I smiled. “The Automa handles the heavy lifting.” The crib’s base began a gentle