Truman has been needy lately, and much of that need involves mama either feeding or "slinging" him, all the time. On the days he's fussy (like today), there's none of that lying him down stuff. No, not for this baby.
Like any completely sadistic person, of course, I can't get enough. After a pretty difficult day in which I nearly lost it because of a 20-minute, seemingly baseless, screaming jag in the car, I nursed him to sleep around midnight. Jonathan was on the computer and I'd left my knitting at Larissa's, so there wasn't much to do.
So...I held onto Truman, cuddling him and enjoying his soft warmth. My shoulder was hurting from too much slinging and my back was uncomfortably positioned. And still, I couldn't bear to give him up. He's just that good.