Dance baby, dance (Day 43)

Sara Tomsic
Nov 3 · 2 min read
Photo by Nainoa Shizuru on Unsplash

Today our baby and I traveled to Ljubljana for another craniosacral therapy and I was just to write an account about how our day went, how we met with my husband at his workplace and went to lunch, how we went for a coffee with my best friend but then the most amazing thing happened.

My heart grew this evening a little bigger.

As I’ve written before, Otto has been really clingy and crying a lot because he is going through a sensory developmental leap. And each night, when my husband comes from work late (he has a managerial position, so he stays extra late at the office to see all is done), he takes our baby and gives him a bath and consoles him.

He has special ways of communicating with Otto and he is so good with our son. They have already created a special bond and I’m so proud of my husband for going all-in into fatherhood as he did.

Tonight, we planned on watching a film, but our little boy was inconsolable in any other way but at my breast since four-thirty p.m. So my husband took him as he does and they ended up dancing to rock in the nursery. It has now been over an hour and Otto is snug as a bug on his changing table, listening to music, watching my husband dance to it and moving his little arms to mimic his father. And he smiles and sighs of contentment.

I went in and observed the dance they did to ‘Where the streets have no name’ by U2 and they both were so adorable that I cried. And I could just feel the love I have for my favorite two humans on this planet. It warmed up the evening immediately and I still can’t stop smiling from sheer happiness.

Motherhood in numbers:

  • breastfeeding sessions: ten
  • teeth washed: twice
  • journal entries written: three

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