Brandon has become pretty attached to us. Sometimes at night, he cries in his crib because he knows we’ll come and get him and let him sleep in our bed. I know it’s not recommended, but it’s nice having our whole family in the bed together. I love waking up next to his sweaty little body, his lips curled into a smile, his hands behind his head. There’s no one I’d rather wake up next to. Yes, that’s right. No one. Not even Reggie Bush.
Yesterday at Brandon’s 4-month check up, the pediatrician told me not to come to Brandon every time he cries, but to let him soothe himself in his crib. I don’t know if I can do it. I can’t listen to his little cry and just lie in bed, pretending to ignore it. I want my baby to always be happy. And if that makes him a mama’s boy, oh well. I have no problem with mama’s boys, now that I’m a mama.
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