I just had a fun Skype chat with my adult son, whose 24th birthday is in a few days, in which he mentioned that the crows he feeds have a particular type of caw when he first puts out the food.
This led me to confess that when he was a tiny infant I could not distinguish specific messages in his cries. The books I read back then said that babies cry differently depending on whether they are hungry, uncomfortable, or sleepy, and that mothers instinctively know which kind of cry their baby is making.
But to be honest, I didn’t hear a distinction. If my son cried, I responded; there were generally enough environmental clues that I could successfully determine whether a diaper change was in order, he needed feeding, or whatever.
It may be worth noting that I employed a more “traditional” feeding method, used in natural societies where babies accompany their moms everywhere (typically into the fields, if we want to get all anthropological about it and consider societies where women tended agricultural lands most of the time) and are put to the breast quite often, for both food and comfort, not at rigid timed feeding intervals.
However, I’ve always felt slightly ashamed and incredulous that mothers other than me apparently hear their baby cry and go, “oh, she’s hungry!” or “oh, she needs a diaper change.”
Really? Everyone else does that? Was I a weirdo for not hearing a difference? Or was my son a weirdo for not crying “correctly”? Or both of us?
Anyway, he’s all grown up now and while he is definitely an unusual person, he is doing great: successful in a Ph.D. program he loves, in a stable relationship with his girlfriend, gets along great with both parents - my complaints (he doesn’t eat particularly healthily and I know his apartment is … infrequently cleaned) are trivial.
So I guess he survived. But was I really such an oddball that I didn’t distinguish his cries? I feel slightly guilty about it, even after all these years.