With that said, I was SO enamored by the babies when my mom came home that I almost lost my mind. I wanted so much to hold the baby, talk my poor mother's ear off, sleep with the baby, take the baby to school, and show everybody that I am sure I was a bit of challenge to deal with because I was TOO excited. One night after my mother had just come home from the hospital, I remember just breaking into tears because of all my emotions. I told my mom to take that baby back. Of course, I didn't mean it, but I was so overcome with happiness that I didn't know what to do. I wanted my mom to be normal. I wanted the baby to be mine and none of that was happening. Funny now that I am the mother. I understand Lillie.
I started to focus on very simple things with her. I know this is probably silly, but I once read somewhere how important it is to hug your child for longer than six seconds. (Don't laugh.) If I was nursing the baby, they would lean in to hug and kiss me goodnight. I would half hug them as my arms were full with Kapaun. I realized how I needed to hug them, hold them near me, and tell them something I saw about them that day.
We both knew we needed to back off the correction especially during this time of adjustment and focus more on her, as a person. As much as I want to correct her, I am trying to turn it around to asking her a question or telling her something interesting about the baby.
|Lillie has the genetic death grip baby hold. She gets that from me. We don't share babies so don't ask to hold ours.|