nursing notes 02.

I did my first "nursing notes" posts back in January when Wyatt was just over 2 months old. He's now pushing 9 months, and it is so rewarding to look back through the notes I keep on my phone and remember the sweet little moments Wyatt & I shared together since then. I wasn't really planning on doing another one of these posts, but I'm a list-maker, note-taker, write-it-down-so-I-don't-forget kinda girl, so here we are again with round two. So much has happened since the post in January. We taught Wyatt how to fall asleep on his own (previously he would only nurse to sleep) which has cut down a lot on our mid-night feedings, he has gotten his two bottom teeth so there has been some biting (ouch), and he is now eating solids (which actually hasn't affected how often he needs/wants to nurse quite yet). But one thing hasn't changed...Wyatt's happy place is still being in my arms and breastfeeding, and I have to say it's mine too. Nursing instantly calms me, and reminds me how lucky I am to have him.

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It's only 3am but this is the third time I am up with Wyatt. I fed him him on one side & he fell asleep when I lifted him up and rested him on my chest. His totally limp body in my arms feel so warm and perfect, I hold his feet with my hand to keep them warm. His legs are scrunched up in that newborn pose, which he has never really loved—even when he was a newborn. But for a moment I guess he forgot & sits still in my arms, asleep, just long enough for me to remember why I would wake up a fourth or a fifth time before the night is over, in hopes that I might have another moment like this one. (2 hours later...and yes, there is a 4th time tonight.) (March 2014)
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Earlier tonight I tiptoed out of Wyatt's room and crawled into bed, like I always do. The sheets felt ice cold like they always do, and I inch over to get closer to Aaron—as close as I can get without waking him up so that I can feel his warmth. And then I remembered, like I always do, how he takes such good care of us, how lucky Wyatt & I are to have him, and how I owe him everything. All the while wishing I could kiss him and tell him thank you and hug him, like I always do.
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Wyatt's burps always make me laugh. How such a harsh sound comes out of such a tiny, sweet person. (haha)
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Wyatt had a rough day yesterday. We are on a trip in Utah, and yesterday we were gone from home the whole day—Wyatt had multiple meltdowns, I swear he's never cried so much in one day, it was heartbreaking. Tonight when we finally got home I fed him and put him down. He slept a little over 7 hours straight, which is the longest he's ever slept. But after that stretch, now he is back to his usual 2.5-3 hours and I've been jumping out of bed at the slightest peep to pick him up. Our nursing sessions have been so sweet, he's forgotten about yesterday & forgiven me for having to cry in his car seat on the way home. Tonight he has been so calm in my arms. His sweet little sucks and swallows are music to my ears tonight. (Feb 2014)
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He slept in my arms & I knew this is where he feels the most safe. It was dark, but I could see him and I knew he could see me. He made a couple faces and then I saw as he let his eyelids close and drifted off while my hand rest on his stomach. Sweet dreams, dear Wyatt. Love you forever.
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Wyatt got vaccines earlier in the day around 11:30am & he woke up from his afternoon nap at 4:45pm crying very hard. Usually nursing him will soothe him right away but this time nothing worked. Later that evening when he had gotten some Tylenol in him & after a quick cat nap on my chest, he finally nursed again which brought so much relief and peace to my heart. (Feb 2014)
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I got back in bed after nursing Wyatt back to sleep again & Aaron slid over a little closer and said softly, "You're a really good mom." (Jan 22, 2014) . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
The imprint of his ear on my arm after I've nursed him and laid him in his crib.
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Picked Wyatt up to burp him after finishing on one side & he was apparently still hungry—latched onto my cheek and started sucking. 4:30am and I am laughing out loud. (Feb 20, 2014)
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5:25am fed Wyatt and now he is sleeping on my chest. His arms are around my arms and I can feel his steady breathing. He'll be 8 months tomorrow. I hope he never gets too old for this. (June 28, 2014)
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Nursed my (almost) 9 month old back to sleep. Now he lays on my chest and I feel his inhale/exhale on my stomach, and his breathing on my neck, and the warmth of his perfect little body. He's been having a hard time sleeping while on vacation, but getting to hold him again as he sleeps has been nothing short of amazing. (July 18, 2014)
photos taken after church a couple Sundays ago.