Have you ever stood at the side of a baby's crib, just watching the little chest go up and down, the tiny fingers curl and twitch just a bit, the tiny mouth make sucking movements? At such times, the heart just melts, doesn't it? We cannot help but love this little bundle.

What has that baby done to deserve such love, such an upwelling of protective feelings? Nothing, really -- it just was lucky enough to be born your baby! Maybe just an hour ago, you were struggling to get some cereal in her mouth, between screams and tears. Maybe your little guy is teething, and for two weeks getting to sleep has been harder than anything except staying asleep. Irritated as we may be, though, usually we clean up the mess, strip off the oatmeal-covered shirt, wash the baby, put some painkiller on those bu…