Baby B was with us on Thursday, and he had an absolute blast all morning, and he peacefully drank his bottle and started to snuggle in for a nap. But then, he realized that he really wanted more milk. That was the one thing that would make him happy. Sleep would come later, but he wanted milk, and he would actually have liked that milk now!
But there was none to be had! There were other yummy treats to be eaten like carrots and banana and squash, but only milk would do, and so there was sadness and tears. Sucking his thumb wasn't cuttin' it. He needed milk. Well, in all honesty, he didn't need the milk. He had just had some, and there was other food to be had, so it's not like he was starving, but he wanted the milk. It's what he needed to hit his little warm comfy sleepy time spot.
So, I picked him up and held him. And I looked into his little teary eyes, and he looked into mine, and there was communication.
I get it, Baby B. It's what you need right now. Even though you will get by without it, and you physically don't need it for survival, it's what will fulfill your desires and make you happy. It's what will lift your spirits and calm your heart. I get it. Sometimes, we all just need what we don't need but what we want.
I get it.
So, I did the thing that I never do outside of an emergency. I called Baby B's mom at work on the phone. Not texted, called. Like ring ring...hello?
It wasn't an emergency.
But it was.
It was Baby B's emergency, and I knew how he felt. I knew that eventually, he would cry himself to sleep, and I knew that in the long run, it probably wouldn't have made much difference, but I also knew that if he were my little boy, I would want to know when he had a need like this.
This does not mean that his every little whim will be fulfilled, nor does it mean that I intend to call his mother at the drop of every cheerio, but what it does mean is that I understand that sometimes, there are just things that have to be done, needs that must be fulfilled. Does Baby B understand what transpired? Did our communication go to that level? I would like to think that in some deep dark recess of his little brain, a synapse was connected and some sort of bond was formed. A happy snuggle milk mommy caregiver bond so that his trust in me and mankind in general was strengthened just a little.
But maybe not. Maybe he was just happy to see his mom and get some milk. Whatever. She came. He smiled. Happy baby.
But I would like to think that somewhere deep inside, he understood, and I hope his mom did, too.