I have worked and sacrificed so much for him, it’s gratifying that he values me enough to want to spend most of his time in my arms or snuggled to my breast. Despite the rewards, this is also where the problem lies. It’s difficult to get a lot done, heck, some days it’s difficult to get anything done. Even when there is a willing husband or helper, in the end Tate will want me.
I can always calm him down as long as my boobs are involved. We do a lot of comfort nursing around here, which works fine for us, until other people try to calm him or put him to sleep.
It isn’t that Tate is a clingy baby. In fact, compared to some babies, Tate is a regular social butterfly. He rarely cries when being passed on, and loves it when people play with him.
At the end of the day, Tate just wants his mom. And as frustrating as it can be, I wouldn’t have it any other way.