Its no secret, my little Logan is S P O I L E D. I can't help it. From the time he was born, he has wanted to be attached to me, or at the very least, within sight.
I didn't get hardly anything done when he was first born. I tried to set him down, I tried to let others hold him, I tried to make him cry it out. REPEATEDLY! He would not cooperate, at all.
Its rare for anyone else to get him to sleep & I feel guilty if I go out without him because I come home to find out that he has been fussy all night.
Time has helped very little. He still wants Momma all the time, he still wakes up twice a night, he still fusses if I walk by & don't pay any attention to him, & I still have to put him to bed most of the time.
That being said, Logan has been super fussy in the evenings lately. Combination of teething, ear infection, & giving up a nap. Unfortunately, he has to be rocked to sleep. You CANNOT just lay him down. Trust me, I have tried!
The last time I went in there, I couldn't help but be angry. I picked him up & sat in the rocking chair & emotion flooded over me. I started bawling. I felt guilty for being angry at this little person but at the same time, I felt discouraged knowing that he is so dependent on me.
Through the tears, I thanked God for the ability to hear my baby's cries. I thanked God for a baby who has lungs healthy enough to scream. I thanked God for another chance just to hold this little guy. I thanked God for the fact that Logan feels so safe in my arms.
Then, that stinker reached a chubby little hand up to my mouth for me to kiss his fingers the way I so often do. He smiled at me behind his pappy & once again, my heart melted.
|This was taken as soon as I gave up on getting him to sleep - |
tell me they don't know exactly what they are doing!