When Clark was first born, Daddy was the first one to hold him. It had been a very long delivery, and ended up with an extremely rough forceps delivery, which left me with, and I quote, "Too many stitches. You don't want to know how many." So, when they pulled our squirmy little guy out, my husband got him first, and got to hold him for probably 1/2 an hour. I eventually got him in recovery, but only for 2 minutes, because my body was going through some weird shock/exhaustion thing where I shook so badly my teeth rattled-unfortunately, this was not conducive for holding a tiny newborn.
Then, afterward, I was so sleepy, I fell asleep being wheeled to my postpartum room, and slept for hours. In the meantime, Clark was left in the care of his Daddy. They both loved it, and an amazing bond was created. But for some reason, right around six weeks old, Clark decided he would no longer fall asleep with, or on his Daddy. He wouldn't even let his Daddy rock him! The screaming was incessant. So we've been dealing with it by me just having to do it every day and it was taking a huge toll on me, which my husband noticed. So yesterday, after a frustrating night for me the day before my husband decided enough was enough. So when it was Clark's turn to nap, he started rocking him instead of me.
I'm pretty sure our neighbors thought we were murdering him. He has NEVER screamed like that-not in a growth spurt, not after vaccinations, not even when being born! My husband actually put a toque on, to save his ears. The tears, sobs, screeches, and clawing his father's chest to pieces continued for over an hour and a half. Finally, he cried himself hungry. So I fed him, and he gratefully conked out, clutching handfuls of my skin in both fists, like a lifeline.
Today, after my husband got home from work, Clark was due for a nap. I was hoping to just do it and save everyone's hearing, but my husband insisted. The death glare he was giving his father as he tried rocking him was priceless, and terrifying, but miraculously, he only whimpered once or twice and then was out like a
light. I couldn't believe it had worked. And he slept his entire nap time. You'd think we would all be happy, right? Wrong. There sat one sleeping baby, one overjoyed Daddy, and one brokenhearted Mommy. Apparently I secretly loved being the only one he went to. Kind of awkward to admit after complaining about it for a month and a half. So now the question is, was it actually Clark being clingy to me this whole time, or just me being clingy to him? I decided it's best for all if that question isn't answered, I don't think I want to know if I've turned into one of those obsessive moms. So for now, we'll say it was Clark. Anyway, he's too young to defend himself, right?
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