Oliver still needs to be held for his naps. Even though this means Vik and I spend a collective 7 hours a weekend pinned to the nursery glider with a 15-pound infant on our chest, I am in no hurry to force the transition to the crib.
The speed at which Oliver is growing and developing takes my breath away. Everyday brings marked progress on his journey to becoming his own person, with a distinct, and independent, personality. I treasure the moments when he snuggled up on my chest — a binkie in his mouth and his hand wrapped around my finger — because it is in those moments that I feel like I am stealing time. Like I am holding on to my sweet, tiny, helpless little baby for just a little longer.