This morning began like most mornings…with me praying the baby would sleep *just a little bit longer*. We woke up (for good…there were several other “waking ups”) around 5:30 am and I feed him and changed him and feed him some more. He finally fell back asleep at about 7:30. I gently carried him back up the stairs and put him in his amby baby hammock and sighed with relief. Well, about 5 minutes later baby decided that he’d had enough sleep and started kicking and making noises. I knew that this would only escalate into cries, so I scooped him up. I wasn’t ticked off…of course I would never be upset with this little darling. But I was a *little* annoyed that I wasn’t going to get anymore sleep.
He needed changing again so I put him on the changing table and grabbed a diaper. I looked at his little face (Because it’s the cutest things ever), and he smiled at me! He’s been *smiling* since birth with what everyone says are gas pains, so I didn’t think much of it, just tucked it away into my cute- things- baby -does -file. I smiled back at him just for good measure…and he smiled again! We kept doing this routine for a good while until I was thoroughly convinced that he was actually smiling! It was the best thing I have ever seen in my whole life. To get some reassurance that I was, in some way, making my son happy was a wonderful feeling. At one point it seemed like he was attempting a little laugh…but I won’t get my hopes up. What a wonderful day!
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