I have a new therapist. He's pretty new at the job, but highly effective. Last night, after a wonderful Christmas, we had a big ol' party in the Valley. It was a fun deal. Gauge was pretty well behaved, after we fed and changed him, and let him play on the floor. He loved all the attention (when no one was touching him...). Towards the end of the evening he was fussing again, ready to eat then go to bed as is his routine. The fussing reached critical proportions in a few short minutes and and instead of driving the 3 kilometres to home, I just nursed him at the church, while others cleaned up. But it still wasn't good enough. He was hot, the surroundings loud and bothersome, so I went home with an angry, still hungry baby.
When I got home, it ALL came boiling to the top. Everything that has been frustrating me over the last who knows how long started to spew out. I know nursing a baby when you are an emotional wreck is nearly impossible, but I hoped that he would finish eating so that he would sleep through the night. Thankfully he quickly got down to business. After a couple minutes he stopped, looked at me with the biggest blues eyes he could manage and smiled. My heart melted. How could I stay upset when this perfect little angel was looking at me, solely focused on me, as if to say 'Mommy, it's going to be ok.'
Like I said, he's new at his job, but really, really good at it.
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