Around 10:00 every night, I give Owen what I call a “sleep feed.” Kyle lifts Owen out of his crib and places him into my arms, where I nurse him while he’s sleeping. The purpose of this extra bit of nutrition is to hopefully help him sleep through the night without waking up due to hunger. I probably should have begun weaning him off this late-night feeding a few weeks ago, but I just can’t bring myself to let go.
Owen is only 4 months old, but the amount of changes that have taken place is incredible. He smiles, he giggles, he watches us leave the room, he sits in his Bumbo.
Now that he’s all grown up, he doesn’t rest himself against us like he used to. He wants to be set down to kick and flail his arms. “I declare independence, Mom.” I, however, declare dependence.
Mind you, I am ready for him to talk to me, chase a ball, harass our dog and go fishing with his daddy. The “baby stage” isn’t one of my favorite things in the world, but the feeling of the little boy nestling himself against my neck? That most definitely is. And I’m pretty sure his dad feels the same.
Hence the sleep feed. Kyle loves the delivery, and I love the deliciousness of it all.
Who knew that Owen would be so addicting?
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Yep, your hooked!
This is great. I’m going to go cry now.
Amy.
I have spent the past thirty minutes catching up on the goings on of your life and your incredibly adorable son. Seriously. He is, possibly, the cutest baby I have ever seen. Even cuter than my nephew as a baby. You are a wonderful mother.
It’s amazaing what 4 short (or some people would say long)months will do to a newborn. See!!! I knew you would be a great mother.