It's 3:15 in the morning. I just spent the last hour feeding and rocking the baby back to sleep. Now I'm pumping.
A mom's work is never done.
But, his deliciousness is neverending. In fact, it's increasing by the day. (I love him!)
When I was cooking dinner, he was snoozing on the couch, tucked comfortably into his boppy. Then, allofthesudden, he was crying. 0 to 60. By the time I got to him a couple of minutes later, he was crying so hard he was barely able to breathe. He was going from angry red to breathless purple.
I looked at him and it scared me. He was very very angry. He didn't look like my boy at all.
I put on my soothing voice, picked him up and laid him on my chest. He quieted immediately, exhausted from the effort of crying so hard.
Then, while my dinner was burning on the stove, chili charring itself into the bottom of my saucepan, I started to cry even as the baby calmed.
"I don't want him to have to cry like that in childcare, where he might not get picked up and soothed as quickly," I mumbled to myself, tears streaming down my face as I looked down into his.
I recovered. Then, I blamed it on the hormones.
~Nichole
1 comment:
i love reading about your mommy-hood! I so wish I could help you out in the childcare dept. but since we live so far from each other that wouldn't work well. we need to get together soon!
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