my baby is a mama's girl. we've all known this since the day she popped out and smiled at me. i'm okay with this. except, of course, when i try to leave the house for any amount of extended time. that is when she puts on her most stubborn pants and screams, then wails, then screams again- all for the benefit of her father, who she adores- really, as long as i'm holding her and she's looking at him from afar.
i am not sure how to break her of this mama-itis... she is no longer attached via nursing, so i thought she'd be ok tonight. but no, she screamed from before i left the house until many hours after. she was asleep when i got home at 11, but only because she had finally worn herself down to a bloody (figuratively) pulp.
i no longer have the scent of breast milk, so she won't wake up when she smells me from across the house, but i'm definitely on the down-low, hoping she doesn't hear my voice or sense my presence in the hall. maybe i can sneak in to bed before she realizes it's me, and then we can all get a good night's sleep. maybe. we'll see.
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