My Barnacle Baby.

by katelin on April 18, 2018


I jokingly called Rhys my Barnacle Baby. But honestly, the nickname is so true. This kid is only happy if he’s being held or worn. I feel like I spent the majority of my day with him attached to me. Untitled

I mean, Riley was sort of the same way and I vaguely remembered how much newborns love snuggling, but sweet mercy.


Don’t even ask me how nighttime sleep is going. Because it’s not.

And the funny part is that for someone who loves being held or worn, he DESPISES being swaddled. Like I feel like we’re actually torturing the poor kid when we try and swaddle him. The swaddle was like crack for Riley and it worked small miracles when he was fighting sleep or just being cranky. Whereas with Rhys, the swaddle can only happen if he’s already passed out and usually he’s out of it within 20 minutes (if not sooner) anyways. I mean, yes, I know kids are different and different approaches work for different kids, but so far, nothing but holding and snuggling is working for this.

And don’t get me wrong, I love the snuggles. I love hearing his little snores. I love that with the Ergo I can still get stuff done (like eat or do work or you know, help Riley with something). And I know he won’t stay this little forever. And I know this is just a phase.

But I also know that sometimes it’s nice to not have someone touching you 22 hours of the day.

UntitledHe’s probably about to yell at me because I’m not holding him.


happy wednesday!

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