I do believe, with NO certainty whatsoever, that Eli may be turning a corner. That he’s more comfortable which makes him more pleasant which makes me less stressed which makes life, well, better.
I have this policy where I don’t ever point out the obvious because it just jinxes everything. Like “wow, Eli sure is taking a good nap!” Because he’ll wake up. Brian, the optimist in our family, loves to do these things and I try to catch him in time, before his words spill out of his mouth…
“n-n-n-n-n-n-oooooooo, DON’T SAY ….too late. and now he’s awake and it’s all your fault.”
or something like that.
So, I’m scared to mention that he’s been happier and is not requiring nonstop care but I just have to, because it’s only fair to him.
He spent the day away from me at Grandma’s yesterday and I can’t even begin to tell you how much I missed him. His super soft cheeks, the way he grabs my face to either eat or kiss me, his laughter and his unbelievable smile, the way he kicks when he’s excited. I was so happy to hug and kiss him when I picked him up.
And then last night he woke up SIX OR SEVEN times, but I’m sure he did it to make up for the time we were apart and he’ll never, ever do it again otherwise, well, I’m kicking him out. Which would be sad because I really like him.