I am hungry. But baby is too. He eats first.
So I wait. Wait until he is finished, burped, & has a decently clean diaper before my own hunt can begin.
The whole child rearing this is pretty primal. We eat, sleep, poop. It’s more or less variations of this same theme.
It’s kind of cool how babies are all about having their needs met, no more, no less. Done eating? Immediate stop.
My baby very consistently spits up when he’s been over fed, usually my fault because I’m concerned the poor little guy hasn’t had enough.
I think of baby feeding like fueling a car at the gas station. You feel that click, do you stop? Do you top off, to get that little extra bit that might just save you when you’re in the middle of nowhere & there’s no gas for miles because they only cluster together? (How convenient for their marketing and competition strategy but not for motorists.)
As adults, we learn to top off. Perhaps this is not a good thing. We are meant to be nourished, fed but not STUFFED.
How sweet of this little baby to teach me such a basic and forgotten lesson while he quietly starves me.
