Lately, Jamie has started going four hours between some daytime feedings. That's good and bad--good, of course, because it means less time we spend feeding him; bad, because it means that when he wakes up he is starving and unwilling to tolerate any delay in feeding.
Yesterday evening, I picked Jamie up while Jay went to heat the bottle. Jamie was swinging his head back and forth with his mouth wide open--just hoping that someone would stick a bottle in there. Then he started rooting around on my chest. (I'm not nursing anymore because his thrush has yet to clear up.) He was a very frustrated little boy. Suddenly, Jay walked in the room behind us, saying, "Hold on Jamie." Jamie stopped being frustrated. Then, when Jay walked into Jamie's line of vision, Jamie turned toward him and opened his mouth. Jamie knows who the bottle guy is, and, boy, was he happy to see him.
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