I haven't figured this out yet . . .
I got to spend the afternoon with C for the first time since I started working again, and just like old times, she slept through most of the afternoon.
I bring this up because before, when she woke up, it used to be one of my favorite times of day. Why? Because when I opened her door and her eyes fell on me, they would light up and she would take an enthusiastic jump towards the edge of her crib with her arms stretched up at me.
Once in my arms, I can only describe it as the most wonderful embrace a father could ask for. It’s the kind of hug you get from someone you haven’t seen in a really long time and who really missed your company while you were away. And then she would ask me to feed her.
If you didn’t notice, I just described all that in the past tense because that’s what she USED to do. Now she shies away from me and asks for family members who aren’t there to pick her up. Family members like mommy. Or her uncle. Or even her brother who’s physically incapable of removing her from her crib (not to say that G wouldn’t try).
So today I was met with, “no, mommy,” and a not-so-subtle retreat into her crib when I offered to pick her up.