I probably hold him too much. I know it's harder on me (and his mama) than him when he cries. I'm spending some time trying to discern his cries, what they mean, how I can help. I love him so much.
I like the night shift: the house is quiet, I feel my efforts have value because others can sleep, I get quiet snuggles and, every day, a better understanding of who this perfect little human being actually is, and a better understanding of who I am, too.
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