BG is 3 months, 3 weeks and 1 day old.
DH has become a master daddy dancer. While pumping in the dark, I silently watched my husband do the daddy dance he perfected in 3 short months.
He woke up just before BG began to rustle. He quietly warmed a bottle of breastmilk in the kitchen and returned to BG's crib just as she woke up. By the way, kudos to BG for waking up without crying! You rock!
Then he gingerly picked her up and brought her to the changing table, changed her diaper making sure to use the warm wipes to avoid cold bottom shock.
He then prepared her swaddle, picked up her warmed bottle from the kitchen and re-swaddled BG and placed a bib gently under her chin. He then proceeded to feed her.
When BG was battling it out between bottled breastmilk or her thumb, he calmly asked her which she preferred and waited a few minutes before giving her the bottle again. Every so often, he'd pull burp her and wait for her queues for more milk.
He now has her over his shoulder and is rubbing her back trying to soothe her back to sleep.
Did I mention all of this is being done in the dark?
It's moments like this that melt my heart. BG is one lucky girl.