Cry...

it is super hard to hear your baby cry. I have learned that as a parent you 100% do start to understand subtle differences in their cries. "I'm tired, I'm hurt, I'm sad," and so on...the worst is when they are sick. It is a cry that rips through you and pulls on every emotion. It is a cry that no matter how much I snuggle him or cuddle him do I make him fell 100% better. It is the cry that when it is time for him to go to bed...rubbing his eyes and yawning...makes it painful to know that it won't be a quick night for him to fall asleep.

Andy and I joke often that we did such a good job at getting Gus to not get used to falling asleep on people that it now has back-fired a little bit. He only sleeps in a crib. Today, I knew he was feeling like junk when I snuggled him in the rocker and it was lights out. That beautiful rarity only lasted about fifteen minutes but it was amazing. I got to just breathe in my little man, hold him close and just be in that moment with him. When he woke up he was still very cuddly but that fifteen minutes was all he needed to get back to smiles and giggling.

Like every night it was bath, bottle and his book. I took a couple extra minutes saying goodnight to him and Andy put him to bed. It is a night like tonight that I wish more than anything I could make him feel better, snuggle him close all night and hope that he knows how much I love him.

...Sweet Dreams....

(an old photo of G man in the morning)