so, after the last post, i nursed again, burped and got cole to sleep in his bassinet around 9pm. by 9:33pm, he was wide awake and crying to be picked up. i tried soothing him. i sang. i pat his tummy. he just wailed even louder. so, i picked him up. of course, he calmed down a bit.
i've created a monster. he just wants to be held. my mexican family says he's "embrazilado" (sp?) -- i.e. "spoiled". i feel so torn. i just want to hold my baby if that's what he needs right now. but, am i doing him more harm than good???
anyhoo -- all these thoughts went through my head as i looked over to a corner basket in our living room where the boppy, brest friend, ring sling and baby bjorn have begun to collect dust. with cole beginning to cry (you see, he not only wants to held, he wants me to walk around, too), i decide to give the baby bjorn one more try. somehow i wiggled myself into the contraption and juggled a crying cole into the leg and arm holes. we walked up the stairs and i begin bouncing and singing a rousing rendition of "jingle bell rocks."
the boy fell asleep.
it's a miracle.
he's been down for 30 minutes now, attached to my chest. i've done some dishes and am now blogging. i can actually hear him dreaming in the thing.
god bless the baby bjorn.
the only problem -- how long do i keep him in there?
it's 10:16pm and counting ...
1 comment:
you keep him there until he's 18. That's when they stop crying for mommy. :) ....wait, we cried for mommy after that too...when we needed money during college. so, let's just say, until he's 25.
have a great weekend! Even if it's hard work, you're still very blessed to be able to go through it. :)
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