When Jack was about 8 weeks old, I remember calling my mom, worried that I had broken my baby. He had decided, very definitely, that being in someone's arms (or attached to me in some way) was the only thing that would do. He would not be put down -- at least not for long. I figured that, by letting him call the shots, I had ruined him, and would have to wear or carry him forever.
When I called, my mom happened to be with a friend of hers (a child psychologist at that) who told me I shouldn't worry. That I should think of the first three or four months of Jack's life as the fourth trimester of pregnancy. Even though he was no longer inside me, Jack was far from being a developed person, and giving him whatever he wanted was totally fine and would not come close to ruining him.
I felt better. And it turns out, she was right.
Then just today, I saw this and I remembered all those feelings again. So I thought I would send it to you, in case you were having any of the same feelings.
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