The other morning, I had gone to sleep after a long night shift. I am not quite sure when I drifted off to sleep. Suddenly, I came to consciousness to the sound of a screaming baby echoing from the kitchen. From the tone of the screaming, I KNEW momma was needed.
I quickly jumped out of bed.
Chase was frantically trying to juggle a screaming baby and stirring a bowl of overly soupy rice cereal. There was a bowl filled with soapy water and an antibiotic stained sleeper and a baby that reeked of poop with a stain up his back and a daddy with a stuffy nose that could not smell it.
Poor daddy.
Completely lacking in instinct, but had all the heart. It was so adorable seeing such a train wreck and he wasn't even phased by it. Such an innocent picture. Frantically trying to soothe him, when the issue was plain as day to me.
It is no myth: Women are truly wired with an instinct that is unique to their baby. That instinct is lacking with men. This is no jab at men, just simply the truth.
Sometimes I get so frustrated. Chase is always asking when Landon last ate, and what to do with him. At first, I percieved this to be laziness but my thoughts about this have changed. Instead of frustration, I have realized he is not wired to know these things. It would really take a conscious effort for him to keep a mental tally of Landon's needs. He is simply not wired this way.
He completely trusts me with the caretaking and raising up of our son. He trusts that I will meet his needs. He is not sitting there worried about how many ounces he is eating, how many poopy diapers he has had, if he has had his medicine or rice cereal or naps. He is not stressed if he is hitting the milestones for his monthly age. He knows that he is being looked after and things will all work out.
I suppose it will take a conscious effort for me to not worry about these things.
As I walked out to view this scene, I took Landon, cleaned him up and put him to sleep. It is almost like I knew his little language and that he was pleeing with daddy. "Change me and rock me to sleep. It is so simple. I just want to get comfy and go to sleep!!!!"
And out of a dead sleep... I walked into the situation, percieved the issue, fixed it and went back to bed.
It felt good to be a mommy.
I am so blessed to be a mom and love it more and more each and everyday.
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