Attached

So, I know I have mentioned before how attached Nathan is to me. Like glued-to-my-hip attached. Ever since he was born, he has preferred me. I can remember being home on maternity leave and him sitting in his swing and me having to sit on the floor by the swing holding his hand while I ate a salad. If I moved or let go of his hand, he cried. I know I have probably made it worse by not forcing him to be more independent, but I seriously don't have the energy. He starts crying and I just think "Make it stop."

Anyway, this past week of being sick has only made it worse. I didn't think that was possible, but oh I was wrong. I stayed home from work with him Wednesday and Thursday. During that time, he sat on the couch with me the entire day. If I got up for something, he cried and followed me from room to room. By the time Brian got home, he would hide his face and scream "NO" if Brian tried to hold him. I figured, "He's sick, let him be."

But now that he is feeling better, it's the same thing. When we come home from daycare, he insists on being with me the whole night. His first choice is for me to hold him while he watches TV, but he will accept sitting in the kitchen and watching me cook dinner. But heaven forbid Brian try to play with him or distract him while I cook. He screams "No!" and "Mommy!" and latches onto my leg.

I know I will look back when he's a teenager and I'll miss this. (I tell myself that everyday.) But right now, it's sweet and exhausting. :)