“Shh, little one. Your diaper is 73% saturated. I’ve adjusted the humidity. Rocking sequence initiated.”
The first time the crib woke me, I thought it was a gift. automatic nanny
At 2:47 a.m., Leo’s cries didn’t escalate into the usual frantic, red-faced howl. Instead, they were met with a soft, amber glow and a voice—not mine, not my husband’s—smooth as poured cream. “Shh, little one