He's truly a blessing. A few months ago our lives were turned upside down and we were unsure if we were ready to have another baby in the house again. Now, he's been home almost 3 months. The first month was terribly hard. He cried hard at bedtime and scratched and pinched and hit me every single night. The naps we pretty much let him decide so he wouldn't have to go through that during the day too. Every night we were up 3-6 times patting his back or giving him a bottle. We needed to make sure he knew we were there no matter what. We pulled him closer when he hit and stayed through the crying. Don't get me wrong, there were moments of hesitation when you think, what did we do. I know I wondered if we were really up to this more than once. Now that we're getting into our new routine it feels like a normal life again. He's really making progress. Attachment is a process, so we're not there yet. I think most adopted babies that are not newborns when adopted are not there by this point either. They have to learn to trust an adult again. They've been taken away from the other adults they've grown to trust, 1 or more times.
He doesn't just dive in and give us hugs or kisses to often yet, but I slowly see it coming now. I can sit on the floor with him and he'll crawl over, now, and lay his head on my leg and pat me. He doesn't gaze at me while I feed him a bottle, which worried me a bit at first, but when I take him to his room and rock him to sleep each night we can just stare at each other. He smiles behind his paci and sometimes he smiles so big it drops out. He's so sweet at bedtime. He's not his usual, 100 mile an hour self then. He's my baby boy that I love more than anything in this world.
Blessings come in so many different packages, situations and experiences. He is definitely one of my many blessings in life.
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