Louie and Me

Louie and Me

It was just one of those nights when I let Louie get tired by letting him crawl and play all he want on the bed so when he asks for milk, he will be breastfeeding his way to sleep. He’s almost seven months and he has a way of feeding on his tummy while his head is at an angle so he can breastfeed. I would always ‘correct’ his position, and place him on his side so he could feed better but last night was different. I let him feed on the position he wanted because his arm was on my back or what he could reach of my back with his little baby arm.

Finally he slept still holding the same position with his arm around my back. I was waiting for him to turn and change his position so I could move but at the same time wanting him to hold that position. It was like he was the one holding me and not the other way around assuring me of some sort. As if he was telling me not that he’ll be fine and I don’t have to worry too much. But you can’t tell that to a mother. Moms always worry, even if they can gradually let go of their children’s dependence on them.

I was thinking of calling somebody so I could have the moment captured but to no avail. My cellphone was out of reach and shouting for my hubby was out of the question, doing such will wake my baby up and could ruin the moment. I was in our room at the second floor and everybody else was in the ground floor. So I just have to keep that memory by writing it down. Oh what a little hug can do to a mom like me.