I have days, like most mothers when it feels like we're treading water and getting no where fast. Edward has never been a baby that communicates through crying (apart from in the first months). He quickly realised that all he had to do was cough to get my attention. Yes, I am a "helicopter parent" hovering over him with willing arms ready to dive in and rescue him as soon as he is in trouble.
Today he just seemed to want to moan at me, not content with being distracted, I believe he's teething and struggling with the heat. I know I am.
I took him to Rhyme time but could barely let him out of my arms, instinct took over and I knew he needed to be held and nursed often. We also went to the play farm and he was contented for a while, but pretty soon he needed his mummy again. That's fine by me because this is what I am here for.
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