Showing posts with label spoken from the heart. Show all posts
Showing posts with label spoken from the heart. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Giving the boys an extra squeeze

Two of Mike's co-workers recently had a baby girl. Their baby was born with some health problems and as first-time parents, they were forced to make the decision to "pull the plug." Their baby lived a very short time after it was taken off of a ventilator.

I felt as if I had been suffering from a broken heart after Mike delivered the news to me that their baby was born with problems. These latest updates made my heart ache EVEN MORE and I couldn't get them out of my mind.

When I heard that their baby had passed, with tears in my eyes, I looked into my arms and smiled at MY baby: my healthy and incredibly happy baby. Mike and I agreed that we are SO VERY FORTUNATE to have had two incredibly healthy and happy little boys!

I hope to NEVER have to experience the pain of losing a child.

I hadn't been sleeping overly well these past few nights as I couldn't get Mike's co-workers out of my head. Baby Silas had woken a few extra times in the night as well. Instead of feeling frustrated or sleep-deprived, I felt INCREDIBLY THANKFUL for each and every opportunity to snuggle with him. (Perhaps, he could sense the pain I was feeling and KNEW that I needed him as much as he needs me.)

I've found myself hugging and kissing my kids a little more these past few days. (I'm sure that hardly seems possible to shower them with MORE love since they get so much of it already.) Deep down, I love being a mom; I love being THEIR MOM! Becoming a parent has enriched my life more than I ever thought possible!

Sydney and Silas, I want to THANK YOU for opening my eyes to the world and making my life a better one. And Mike, I want to THANK YOU for two of the best gifts in the world!

Thursday, July 14, 2011

Synchronized sleep schedules PLEASE!

Dear Little Boys,

PLEASE start to coordinate your sleep schedules better. It would be MUCH APPRECIATED! And sleeping through the night (again) would be GREAT!

Love,
Mommy


It was LOVELY when Silas slept through the night TWO NIGHTS IN A ROW, but that hasn't happened again since. Sydney decided to wake a lot during one of those particular nights.

Lately, Silas keeps waking to eat at night (as he takes only one side and decides he is full, wanting to wake a short time later for another snack.)

Sydney, who used to know how to sleep VERY WELL has started waking up A LOT at night now... wanting to eat, wanting his blanket on, wanting to drink, wanting to snuggle in the chair, etc. (It's starting to get a little old, I'm afraid!)

Wednesday, June 29, 2011

3 years and 2 lifetimes ago...

Three years and two lifetimes ago...


Once you find the right partner for the journey, love is no longer a destination... Love is every road you travel... side by side.



Three years and two lifetimes ago, I married the man who has brought incredible happiness into my life. He has been loving and supportive, kind and compassionate. He has been a friend, a teacher, a provider, a father and a wonderful husband. His caring hands (and some strategic pushing from me) brought BOTH of our beautiful little boys into this world (thanks to an agreeable OB/GYN doctor that let him "catch") which was an opportunity of a lifetime.

I feel truly blessed.

Happy Anniversary, honey!
I love you!

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Seems SO REAL seeing two cribs

This morning, Mike and handy assistant Sydney assembled the second crib in the nursery. 

(We're missing one part so, we HOPE that Mike can find "a widget replacement" at the hardware store.) When he was done, he placed a piece of cardboard in the bed of it and laid a comforter inside - making it look like a bed. 

I felt a slight wave of anxiety seeing TWO CRIBS in the room; that visual makes it feel SO CLOSE and SO REAL! Soon, there will be TWO OF THEM calling us momma and dadda. (OK, I realize that Number 2 isn't going to come out talking, but still... you get the idea.)

We've got our crib mattress picked out and are waiting for a sale.

Next Wednesday, I am SUPER EXCITED to get a Sneak Peek inside my belly at our ultrasound. Chances are, despite my uterus measuring small on a regular basis, we will discover that I hide it well - just like what happened with Sydney. It gives us the opportunity to make sure that he's developing well and perhaps to even see his little face. (Last time, he looked like a bony, little chicken, but he's been packing on the pounds now!)

Number 2 should be around 3 pounds already and 18" long. He's VERY ACTIVE inside my belly. I'm convinced that he's excited to meet his big brother because I think they can sense each other; Sydney exposes my belly and rubs it (or lays his cheek on it) ALL THE TIME! And Number 2 tends to move around a lot more when he can hear Sydney. 

So far, Sydney seems pretty excited that BABY has a bed JUST LIKE HIS!

I hope they will be great friends! 

Monday, February 21, 2011

Bad News/Good News

Uterus
Bad News: My uterus continues to measure SMALLER than expected.

Good News: At our next appointment, March 9th, Doctor has ordered an ultrasound to check on Number Two's growth & development and to check fluid levels, which gives us another sneak peek (and reassurance that Number 2 is healthy.) Perhaps, we'll even get a good 3D image of him this time - since he's had time to pack some fat on to the bony little frame we saw last time.

Gestational Diabetes
Bad News: I failed my preliminary gestational diabetes test on Thursday.

Good News: With Grandpa Lowell staying here for a few days, I was able to utilize him for watching Sydney so that I could go in for the 4 hour retest on Saturday morning.

Bad News: Having to wait until Monday for lab results.

Good News: They called this morning to report that my 3-hour test results were JUST FINE and I do NOT have gestational diabetes! YAY!!! I can proceed to live life, as I was without worries.

Water Heater
Bad News: Sometime during the day yesterday, our water heater conked out on us.

Good News: The repairman just left and it "just needs a (FREE) conversion kit to fix it"

Bad News: It will be shipped overnight and is guaranteed to arrive by end of next business day.... meaning, it SHOULD come sometime tomorrow. The time of arrival is the key to whether we'll have hot water tomorrow or not... the plumber said that if it hasn't arrived by 3:30pm, we'll have to wait until sometime Wednesday morning for hot water.

Good News: Although the warranty is out on the 2003 water heater, the conversion kit is free and Mike reminds that a $100 service call for the plumber to fix it is still cheaper than buying a brand new water heater.

Bad News: We've both gone a few days now without showers.

Good News: At least, we both smell (bad?) together. We're also fortunate that Sydney is still able to be bathed in the kitchen sink so, we could boil some water, if needed. Heaven knows, we've got PLENTY of cold water to cool it down for his bath. (I guess we can look forward to swimming lessons tomorrow night at the YMCA and will perhaps opt to use their showers before heading home again.)

Water in the Basement
Bad News: We've got some water in our basement from the recent thawing of snow and additional rainfall.

Good News: We get water in our basement almost every time it rains so, this is NOT a new development. (We're still STUMPED how the previous home owners managed to disclose NO KNOWN PROBLEMS.)

Bad News: Mike patched the driveway in the fall in an attempt to keep water OUT of the basement. Unfortunately, it is all heaving up already. Looks like we may need to spring for new gutters on the house (eventually) and perhaps some WaterTite paint in the basement to keep the water OUT.

Good News: Our home (complete with quirks and charm) is 115 years old and still standing. We like our home very much and are thankful to have Mike's job to support us, a roof over our heads, food on the table, shirts on our back, some money in the bank and each other to love.

Life is good.

Saturday, January 22, 2011

Testing patience with a toddler

Sydney has been testing us by challenging his boundaries a lot lately. 

He has grown to LOVE watching television and has started to throw MAJOR TEMPER TANTRUMS when he doesn't get his way. Normally, during the week, we watch Sesame Street from 9-10am and often watch Sid the Science Kid until 10:30am; then, I turn off the tv. (I miss the days when I could have the Today Show on in the background as we hung out.) He had since started DEMANDING to watch tv throughout the day and has become VERY UPSET when I turn it off or say NO. He has also started demanding to watch MOVIES; he has a Winnie the Pooh movie and a few Sesame Street movies, which he is asking for ALL THE TIME NOW!

For a while now, I have felt that we watch too much tv in our household; Mike likes it on whenever he is home because he enjoys it. Sydney knows this, too, because as soon as Mike gets home, he tries to tempt him with the remote to turn on the tv after spending the day with mom saying NO. (Sadly, Sydney DOES turn the tv on himself, but needs to have the cable box on at the same time for anything to happen. Sometimes, he tries both. Sometimes, he does them in the wrong order. Sometimes, he figures it out. Little stinker.)

As temper tantrums have been getting worse, we've been watching less and less tv and I have been encouraging more playtime, more coloring, more cooking and more books. There are times that Mike gets phone calls at work where I threaten to go to the bar after he gets home from work. (I, however, do NOT drink and he knows this; although, there are instances when I feel as if I may want to start.)

Early this week, I had informed Mike that we have NOT been watching tv AT ALL!!! He seemed surprised and slightly disappointed.

There has been A LOT of yelling (clarifying: Sydney yelling, NOT US!) There has been A LOT of anger and frustration. There has been A LOT of whining.... and crying... and stomping feet... and throwing toys/books. Calmly, I remain unruffled by these temper tantrums. I quietly tell Sydney "Don't yell at Mommy."  or "Let's read a book!" or "Hey, let's talk." I try and try to divert his attention to something else. 

(This kid IS stubborn though! It is AMAZING how long he can carry on for!)

We had a few SOBER DAYS in and it seemed to be going a little better. With lots of distractions, it had been going well - to the point where one day, he was entertained enough that he wasn't begging for it.) One morning, I was HORRIFIED when Sydney and I came down the steps (upon waking) to discover that Mike had forgotten to turn the tv off when he left for work at 4:30am. Sydney, with an open mouth and look of genuine surprise, excitedly pointed at the tv. We watched the "Local on the 8's" and I immediately turned it off. Then, I quickly convinced him that we should go cook some oatmeal in the kitchen; thankfully, he thought that oatmeal was a great idea and I got lucky. (We spent MUCH of that day cooking and staying busy.)

Then, one day, Mike thought he would "just try a little tv" again because he thought I was over-reacting. He quickly saw first-hand WHY I have been protesting the tv and WHY I had decided to go to such drastic measures. Ironically, Mike - who HATES... flat-out DESPISES... going with me to the grocery store - VOLUNTEERED to go with me to the store after I had offered for he & Sydney to come home (after we retrieved my car from the shop) and for ME to go to the store alone. Mike INSISTED that they come with to the store because he couldn't take any more of the temper tantrums and whining from Sydney and thought that a distraction would be good for him. 

For our sake, I want US to remain STRONG and IN CONTROL; 
I don't want our household tv viewing to be controlled by a 20-month-old INSISTING that we watch what HE wants/when HE wants. (Thankfully, Mike has cooperated and watched tv while Sydney sleeps.)

I am hoping that by all of the movies being hidden, he will eventually FORGET* about them. (So that we ONLY watch DVDs in the car... on long trips - only if he's already napped). I am also hoping that if we keep the tv remotes tucked out of sight, that he will not be so addicted to them, needing his fix as a tv junkie. *It will be a lovely surprise to pull out the Sesame Street Christmas movies next December, don't you think?

Earlier today, I wanted to laugh when Sydney begged for tv; He was SO ANGRY that he tensed his arms, clenched both fists, raised his shoulders close to his ears, clenched his teeth, shook his head and upper body while yelling/growling at me. As much as I wanted to laugh, I did NOT do it. Instead, I hugged him and said "Wow, I can see how angry you are. I know how much you like to watch television, but we have LOTS of things to do today. Are you ready to help mommy in the kitchen?" Calmly, he hugged me and thought that helping in the kitchen was a GREAT IDEA.

I think this is a stage in development where he is testing his boundaries and trying to express his wants. (I believe you can call them "The Terrible Two's".)

He's throwing a fit when WE do something that HE wanted to do by himself. He's discovering that he is "a big boy" and is proud of all of his accomplishments as he is learning new things.

He voices his opinion on what dish he wants to eat something out of: he eats applesauce and fresh blueberries out of ramekins, NOTHING ELSE WILL DO! (You'd think it was the end of the world if you attempt to serve it out of a different bowl.) He likes the color of his cup to match the color of the lid; you can't mix a green lid with a blue cup or else: it IS the end of the world! Also, sometimes using a sippy cup is insulting, as he wants to drink only out of a kitchen glass or a regular cup - like mommy & daddy - because he is A BIG BOY!

Sometimes, he is insulted that we try to HELP HIM put on his shoes or his boots because he wants to do it himself. (He often needs help, especially with the shoes!)

We're finding that: He is very specific about picking out his own foods. He likes to look inside the fridge and decide for himself. We can make suggestions, but HE often wants to be the one to decide what HE is eating. (It was easier when he was younger and he ate what we served him; with his growing independence, he knows WHAT he likes and wants now.) 

He grows VERY UPSET when he eats all of something (i.e. an entire kiwi fruit), asks for more and is told that it is ALL GONE. (Obviously, we need to work on taming this frustration so that he can, with a rational mind, realize "oh, this is all gone so, I will have to eat something else now" - without raising his voice in frustration.)

We're trying to push LESS JUICE and MORE MILK into his diet, per pediatrician's recommendations. We're told he should have 4 ounces of juice per day; we were giving him 4 ounces per serving - with multiple servings in a day. We're trying to push water as well. We've starting offering him a juice box to enjoy on Sundays when Grandpa Lowell comes to visit and not throughout the rest of the week. Today, he threw a fit that he wanted a juice box. Instead, I had offered him a cup of juice (because he hadn't had any yet today). THAT was the end of the world. Eventually, with all that fussing (and the fact that I wouldn't cave in), he decided that he was THIRSTY afterall and a cup of juice sounded great.

At almost 20-months old, he has discovered that if Mommy says NO, he can ask Daddy for the same thing. We learned this after Sydney asked Mommy for a pickle for breakfast; mommy said "We don't eat pickles for breakfast!" Within minutes, Sydney had conned Daddy into a pickle for breakfast. We figured this out and have now started leaving notes on the dry erase board on the fridge so that we're not disregarding what the other parent already said. (i.e. SNACKS: we have a YES and a NO column so that we are both clear on what choices are available and to make sure that he doesn't eat too much of any one thing... he would LOVE to eat pickles, raisins, hot dogs, and various fresh fruit all day long if we would let him. Unfortunately, we have learned that too many grapes, too many pickles, too many raisins, etc can cause a bad diaper rash.) 

He's starting to show frustration when helping out in the kitchen as well - because he has a new fascination with emptying out the silverware/utensil drawers and playing with/helping to measure spices. He has figured out how to open the spice drawer on his own and (standing on tippy toes, reaching inside blindly) pull out a few spices. He has also figured out that he can drag his dining chair from his "helping station" to alternate places in the kitchen to rummage through the drawers. He's starting to push our hands out of the way because he wants to try to cut things himself - with a butter knife. He was excited to discover a set of steak knives in the back of the silverware drawer today... EEK! It is starting to look like we need child safety latches on all of our drawers now, too. 

We're starting to see why they say "nothing is taller than a two-year-old" as he becomes more and more courageous with climbing and getting into trouble; he seems to have NO FEAR or concept of danger, whatsoever.

No one ever told us that parenting was easy. Now, we see WHY that statement has never been made. It is challenging, but also VERY rewarding.


(Edited) NOTE: Our child is NOT a monster; he's a VERY LOVABLE little boy who is filled with fun, fascination, loads of personality and TONS of affection! (He just started  exploring "the Terrible Two's" a few months early.) We're still treading in unchartered waters here as first-time parents; ironically, I'm not as fearful to add Number 2 to the mix because we have graduated from ROOKIE-status. Sydney is just breaking us in and teaching US how to be parents. I truly, truly LOVE being a mom!

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Uh-Oh... x+24.2 is 7.1 heavier than 2009's 24wk

I feared going in for my appointment today; in fact, I've DREADED IT for weeks! At my last appointment, Doc said that I had gained 7.4 pounds since the previous month. (I thought that was a mistake, but she held the numbers in my file and I'm not good at remembering numbers.) When I questioned her about my weight (last time), she instructed me "Well, don't gain 7 pounds between every appointment."

Hmmm, interestingly enough, I gained ANOTHER 7.2 pounds, which she laughed was less than last month's gain of 7.4. Doc didn't seem concerned AT ALL. We compared it to my first pregnancy... when we first met her at our 24 week appointment. My current weight was still considerably LESS than my 2009 weight. 

I, however, was CRUSHED. 

Venting: Damn all those baked goods and delicious hors d'oeuvres over the holiday celebrations. Damn all those cravings to eat... sometimes just an hour after my last meal. Damn these varicose veins bulging from my left leg, as well as the fluid retention in that ankle. Damn this discomfort in my low back/hip region where I sometimes have to CRAWL to the bathroom in the middle of the night. And don't get me started on having to wear these stupid, but obviously helpful, support hose!

I thought my weight gain week-by-pregnant-week was comparable to last time. Mike assured me that it was fine; "afterall, look how good Sydney turned out!" BUT looking back on my blog, in early 2009, I felt concerned at 24 weeks when I had already gained 17.1 pounds – knowing that 25-35 is the recommended weight gain allowance.

During my appointment, I joked that I need to start wearing the same outfit to the doctor's appointments so that my clothes are at least consistent. Sassily, Mike said "Or wear LESS clothes." I laughed, but deep down - this weight gain makes me want to cry.

24.2 POUNDS! Horrified, I keep repeating the number to myself throughout the rest of the day. (I already know that Number 2 is scheduled to gain 6 ounces PER WEEK from here on out.)

Mike assures me "not to worry because it will all come off during breast feeding." (Yes, I "hope" that my body/MS will cooperate and that I will be able to do just that.)

Still, it makes me want to cry. (Hey, at least it doesn't make me want to over-eat. Right?)

:(

As we walked to our car, Mike announced "Despite knowing he's in there and normally moving around quite a bit, that's got to make you feel a little un-nerving when the nurse can't find the heartbeat." (Today, she struggled A LOT to find it - searching repeatedly on both of my sides, but eventually finding it right smack in the middle of my belly; while you lay there, however, it FEELS like an eternity.)

"I know." I replied. "Especially after she asked if I've been feeling a lot of fetal movements, that made me stop and think that he hasn't been super, super active today. Granted, I know he has periods of quiet, too. He just found a comfy place to sleep."

On a more positive note:
• Number 2's heart rate was good (144)
• my blood pressure was good
• my soccer ball-sized uterus measures right where it should 
• there were no traces of sugar or protein in my urine 
• Doc gave me a brochure on some exercises I can try - in hopes that it can ease some of my hip/back pain by strengthening my low back/hip/butt muscles. (The chiropractor has offered no such advice so, THIS is at least worth a try!) 
• my silly cough has been basically gone for about a week (YAY... finally!)

My next appointment (28 wk) tests for Gestational Diabetes and starts us going in every 3 weeks for regular appointments.

Deep breath. Sigh. It IS what it is. Regardless of my new weight complex, I grow anxious to meet Number 2 - who likes to remind me that he's living inside of my cozy uterus. AND just today, I informed Mike "I really LOVE being a mom!"

Thursday, December 23, 2010

No complaints, give an extra squeeze

Two of the bloggers that I follow have posted cases of EXTREME SADNESS this past week, which makes me feel heart-broken. Since becoming a parent, I feel like I look at the world from a different perspective and feel emotions like I have never felt them before.

The one blogger's brother (& his wife) had recently had a baby (their first child) that was born 6 weeks premature; the baby seemed to be doing fine and suddenly had health problems - which included seizures and bleeding in the brain. Further tests showed that there was no longer any brain activity and the baby was taken off of life support, dying shortly thereafter. I was SO saddened to learn of this situation - even though I do not know any of these people.

(http://www.kwernerdesign.com/blog/?p=4702)

I remembered how incredibly excited we were to welcome our first-born and couldn't imagine EVER losing a child.

I had mentioned this to Mike and he told me about a 16-month old who died in a drop-side crib incident. Mike's perspective was that losing a newborn would be far less painful that losing an older child who had so much of a bond established with the parents, as well as loads of personality. 

Regardless of which situation brings more pain, I hope to NEVER find out what it is like to lose a child.

Tonight, I saw a post from a different blogger that I follow - talking about her friend who had just lost her son; the friend had 5 kids: ages 4, 3 ,2, 11 months and newborn. This week, they found that the 11-month old had died in his sleep on Monday night.

(http://stacyjulian.com/blog/?p=6301) 
(http://nygardfamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/andrew-josiah-nygard-our-angel.html)

Tears welled up in my eyes when I read the brief post. Instantly, I felt heart-broken at the very thought of losing a child. I can't EVER imagine losing Sydney and hope that when the time comes, that I go before he does. I wish for him (and our unborn son) a long and prosperous life, full of good health and much happiness.

I couldn't help, but to want to go pick Sydney up from his crib and snuggle with him, giving him an extra squeeze. He hasn't been sleeping well this week and has required a lot more extra attention (and regular doses of infant ibuprofen or tylenol), but ultimately, I have NO COMPLAINTS. There isn't a better feeling than to hold your sleeping child in your arms, feeling his warmth against your body and smelling baby shampoo on his scalp; it is completely euphoric. (And Sydney's "new thing" makes me smile - even at the very thought of it - as he is constantly lifting my shirt and laying his cheek or his hands on my pregnant belly.)

This morning, he woke around 4am (while Mike was up, getting ready for work). We gave him some ibuprofen and each took a turn to snuggle with him. After Mike left for work, Sydney and I went back to bed, but he was especially cuddly so, I broke the rules and brought him to bed with me. He insisted upon using my bare pregnant belly as a pillow; I found humor in the baby moving around with Sydney's head pressed up against him. After a few minutes, Sydney moved off of me and snuggled close-by. 

When we woke a few hours later, Sydney smiled when he realized that he was in bed with Mommy. He pushed himself up, gave me a kiss on the lips, took my cheeks in his hands and leaned towards my face to give me an Eskimo kiss as I lay on the bed. Then, he lifted my shirt and rested his cheek on my belly.

SO INCREDIBLY OFTEN, he makes me proud to be his mom.

Friday, April 9, 2010

Dear Sydney, I love...



Dear Sydney,

I just wanted to let you know that I love you SO INCREDIBLY MUCH! 

You make me smile. You make me laugh. You give me that twitter-pated feeling because I have so much love for you. Despite Daddy teasing me for it, I still admit that I love you SO MUCH that it melts my heart and daddy continues to tell me that my heart must be one GIANT PUDDLE.

It is hard to describe in words - the smell of your hair, the softness of your skin and the sweetness of your breath or the elation created when hearing your giggles.

I love snuggling with you, holding you and playing with you. NOTHING beats your smile when we play Peek-a-Boo around a corner or object as your thrill to see me is so very genuine.

Although it is sometimes quite difficult to walk, I will someday miss having you hang onto my leg. The thought of you growing up and going off to school makes me sad; although, we enjoy watching your advancements as you grow.

I love how you flirt with me while you nurse; or how you will guide my hand to a specific spot so that I will tickle you there. (Often you take my hand to your foot, your knee or mid-way up your side.) I love seeing your exposed tongue when you crack a smile during a feeding.

I love digitally scrapbooking your life and capturing all of the joy you have brought to me. I feel like I could sit and stare at pictures of you forever. I hope you keep this personality of yours, as well as this special bond with your mom, FOREVER! I love you... just the way you are!

I love the fact that you are a perfect blend of daddy and I and that together, we created such a miracle: YOU!

I never knew how rewarding (and fun) it would be to become a mother. Thank you for making my life SO MUCH BETTER!

Love, Mommy

Sunday, May 17, 2009

Spoken from the heart - a mother explains


In my previous blog posting, I listed a fear... 
a fear that I would love Baby Sydney MORE than I love my wonderful husband.

When we discussed my fear in bed the other night, Mike assured me that it is OK to feel that way and that I definitely WILL love Sydney more than him... because Sydney is a part of me, that I helped to create... and he'll have lived INSIDE of me for the better part of a year. 

I tried to assure Mike that I will still love HIM an awful lot as well.

I'm not sure if it is that you love your child MORE than a husband... I've just been told (by others who have children) that a love for a child is different than anything you've ever felt before. 

Céline Dion has a beautiful song that proclaims "there is no other love like a mother's love for her child."

I am looking forward to feeling it first-hand for myself one of these days... 
to welcome him into this world,
to hold him in my arms, 
to stare into that pair of eyes that WE CREATED TOGETHER, 
to witness the true miracle of life – a perfect blend of the both of us 
(even if I do think that the most recent ultrasound picture looks SO MUCH like Mike, moreso than myself).

I felt better (about my fear) after reading an email from my mom, spoken from the heart:

Sarah,

Don't ever fear that you will love your child(ren) more than you love your husband.  It is definitely an intense 
kind of love, but certainly different from the love you have for Mike.  Your love for him is supportive, caring and romantic/passionate whereas your love for your child(ren) is affectionate and nurturing.  Both of them have become a part of you and hold a special place in your heart.  A child is the ultimate gift you can give to one another based on that love. 
Sydney will see Mike as his hero as he grows, but you will be the one he wants when he has needs (hunger, hurt, tired, sick).  That bonding only makes sense due to you spending more time with him, but he will bond to Mike as well if Mike holds him often (especially when he's quite small and snuggles with him like he does the cats. Sydney will recognize Mike's smell, and the sound of his voice and know that daddy is there. It won't take him long to recognize that daddy is there to protect him and make him feel safe.


Yep, I feel MUCH BETTER NOW... in fact, I think we'll be just fine. 

Bring on the love...

P.S. Thanks mom! (I love you!)

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