It's just another one of those nights that happen around here where Justin and I just lay in bed and talk while we try to allow our baby(ies) to self-soothe themselves back into a restful sleep.
After two hours (not kidding) we had had it and caved in. Luke fell back to sleep without any problems, but Nolan just wanted to party. We gave him a bottle which he finished in five minutes then began crying. We all know what this means around here: Nolan wanted Mommy.
People sometimes joke and call a child a "momma's boy," but Nolan genuinely is and I'd be lying if I didn't say that I actually, just a wee bit, secretly love it.
I went back to the nursery, picked my son up and brought him back to my bedroom. We sat in the glider in silence and he moulded himself to the front of me, his head on my chest. I laid my cheek on his impossibly soft hair and breathed him in. I truly wish this would last forever. I've always dreamed of these "moments." I think every mother does. I desperately want to preserve them because I know that they aren't going to last forever.
After 20 minutes of rocking, I gently put Nolan back into his crib where he immediately woke & started screaming. So much for my moment! It was back into the bedroom where I did something I never do: Nolan slept in bed with me. He was as happy as could be and it took him a little while to fall back to sleep, but after smacking my chest with his pudgy hand and looking up at me and laughing, he eventually did. So did I. I love these moments...
Here's the man of the hour demonstrating his cruising, crawling & standing skills.
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