Worried for Nothing

This week has been a busy week for me with regard to work. On Thursday I had a meeting at the Diocese at which the Bishop would be presenting and this went from 9:30-1pm...talk about a long day for the baby! How was I supposed to avoid a crying fit in all that time?

Then, Saturday, we had an all-day workshop, at which I would be presenting several sessions...how was I going to work out feeding? What if he becomes terribly fussy...what if I can't present my topic because he is mad...how is he going to sleep?

Well, it turns out that all my biggest worries were nothing I really had to worry about at all because both days went exceedingly wel..no drama to report, and everyone (including the Bishop) was very impressed with how quiet and calm the baby was. Aside from a few well-timed times of nursing, plus a little bit of awake looking around time, Michael slept the whole time at both events and hardly made a peep! I was so proud!

However, in thinking about how it ended up so well, I realized that part of it is that Michael got exactly the kind of day he always wants: being held, non-stop.

I held him during some of my presentation, but then he was passed around among a few different people who held him, and he was loving it the whole time....which is why he slept the whole time, and I had to actually wake him up to feed him and change his diaper.

What a boy...I just hope this doesn't spoil him too much because as much as I would love to sit around and hold the baby all-day everyday, it's just not possible, even if I weren't working.

But, for those days, it worked out very well for both of us that he got to just cuddle with someone and I was happy that he was happy.