Monday I had an epiphany! Spencer is my son.
You are probably wondering why I am making this statement now. We have had him in our home for 9 months now, and we have not adopted him yet. But I know with out a doubt that he is my Son! We were in tune with each other the moment we met, and I was able to understand his cries immediately, and I was able to comfort him and so was Bryan.
The reason I am writing this is because Monday I was volunteered by Bryan to take care of one of his co-workers 3 and ½ month old little baby boy. His name is Dakota, and he is a very cute and sweet baby. He did really good tell he realized that I don’t have breast milk. His mom and dad have been working on getting him to take a bottle, but that is not going to well. He was not happy with me when I tried to feed him a bottle. He was hungry I could tell (shoving his fist in his mouth and crying pretty much screams, “I am HUNGRY!”). I tried several times to get him to take the bottle but with no luck. I tried holding, switching arms, putting a blanket over my shoulder like I see breast feeding moms do thinking this would help, but nothing worked. He was not fooled! He new it was only a bottle nipple!
Spencer did surprisingly well while I was trying to take care of Dakota. The only time he got upset and started crying was when Dakota cried out at about 4pm. Dakota was telling me, “I AM HUNGRY!!!” I got him calmed down and Spencer too after about 5 minutes and then Dakota’s Mom showed up to take him home. You could tell that Spencer was glad that he was gone, because he had my undivided attention then.
Watching Dakota helped me to realize just how much I love Spencer just the way he is, and also that I am very grateful that Spencer is older and learning new things all the time, like eating solid foods, feeding himself (or at least trying) and he can hold his own bottle now (sometimes he still likes me to hold it for him- relaxing I guess). This was a good eye opener for Bryan too, because on Tuesday he got to watch Dakota, only for a half day. When I called him around 12 noon to see how things were going he told me, “We are going to wait tell Spencer is at least two years old tell we get another infant! This is hard work with Spencer being so little still.” I was so glad to hear that. LOL! He had been saying that we needed to get other kids soon, but I was looking at all the work it was going to be. I also, didn’t think it would be fair to Spencer right now to have another child take the attention. He needs to be a bit more independent I think.
2 jittering comments:
That's so great that you had that little light bulb moment!
write and tell me what's going on with the whole ordeal. love ya!
A what? thats about a 50 cent noun ain't it? oh well I had a Tiffany once , or was that a tizzy, anyway, I love you, and miss you. No matter what happens,who goes where, by what means,everyone knows your love and devotion to your baby boy, that, can never be taken away.
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