Yesterday I had put Julia in her crib and turned the mobile on so I could get a couple bottles together.
I was in the kitchen and heard a little cry. Then a scream. I ran down the hall, thought to myself “why am I running? It’s ok if she cries”.
Then I saw the problem. She was in pain. Her precious little hand had clinched the long puff of hair on the crown of her head and was pulling on it and she couldn’t let go. Sweet little girl. It took a sec for me to unwrap her strong little fingers. And three long hairs were tangled in them! Poor thing!
I then wanted to cry. Yes. Seriously. For her pain and because I did the right thing by running to her. That taught me to not second guess myself. If I want to run, great. If I want to let her cry (not the I’m hurt cry though) then that’s fine too. I am learning I have pretty good mommy instincts and that I’m learning her cries. And that feels good.
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