Last nights dream was short, but for some reason it popped back in my head just now. I have no idea what triggered this moment but for some reason I'm now left feeling melancholy.
My son and I have developed other bonding moments that replaced the feeding time before bed. I definitely enjoy these moments and look forward to them every day. I love putting J down for bed at night, and so does he. But my dreams remind me of what we had together, and I am grateful to have these cherished memories.
In the hospital
Cuddling in the hospital
First week home
Two weeks old