Holding on to the baby

I hear the sound of crying I look round and see where its coming from, the sound so familiar my heart starts to race. Not my little baby crying he wants his mum. I grab him and cling to him a baby so dependent on me. The whimpers start to stop his body starts to relax and I hold him close. I kiss that head and wonder how long I have left. How long will my baby want to be held? How long till suddenly the world seems more attractive than mum. For somedays it may suffercate me but most I love cuddling my little baby. 

I am already aware that he no longer falls asleep on me unless in a sling but when he does I make it last. I hold that little body legs filling out and hands starting to look so grown up and cherish it. I would stay like it all afternoon if wasnt sorting Ami out, if I didnt have a million and one things to sort. 

You try so desperately to be on the move wanting to explore and eat what ever you can find. I am pleased that you are so strong and so wanting to do more than you should but apart of me still would like more time with you so small. More time where all you want is mummy and daddy. It seems so long ago you were a newborn who could barely lift his head so tiny, so fragile. Six months has flown by it makes me sad to think the next 6 will go by even quicker. I dont want to miss anything I want to take it all in, I want to hit pause and make the most of the time as you as a baby. 

As I cant do that I will hold you and sway. Come to you when you wake in the night your little cries as you wait for mummy to hold you. Your tears as you just want to be nursed to sleep. I will try my best for you, stroke your little head totally in love with you.