Like most babies, X loves to be held. It soothes him. Unless I'm the one holding him. I doubt he recognizes my face yet, but as soon as he catches a whiff of me he wakes up and starts smacking his lips and rooting around madly, making "feed me" noises with increasing urgency, even if he's just eaten.
Last night I woke up around 1:30 a.m., expecting him to awake any minute for a feeding. When he was still asleep at 2, I unswaddled him and got him ready for nursing. He roused a little bit and took a few half-hearted pulls, then settled his head on my breast and started to snore.
I took advantage of his deep sleep to get some snuggles in, since I can't during the day. I gathered him into a bundle and placed him on my chest so I could kiss the top of his silky head. We stayed like that for a few minutes.
Then I felt a tiny lick on my chest.
Monday, 7 March 2011
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