I think it's amazing, but Victoria has already turned eight months old. As is typical at this point, it is going through a very dependent stage.
He is suffering the call distress or separation anxiety, in which the baby begins to develop its own autonomy and feels anguish when separating from the person who until now has been his "special person", which in most cases we are the moms (I drool).
He cries every time I get out of his sight. If I am with her in the living room and go to another part of the house, she cries in disconsolate tears. I have to always be in his field of vision, and if he is in my arms, better than better.
The funny thing is that he cries when I disappear but also when I appear. If she stays a minute alone in the room, when I return she remembers that I left her alone and cries claiming abandonment.
Sometimes it is preferable not to get his attention, because if he sees me that I am and do not take it, he also cries. And if she is with another person, she cries so that it is I who has her in her arms.
Although it is the most beautiful thing in the world to feel that we are the most important thing for our children, the constant claim of the baby is not a little overwhelming, but on the other hand we must let it begin to explore the world for itself.
I confess that as a mother I am also experiencing my particular distress of separation. Until now we were the same person, stuck all day to the point of feeling weird when I showered alone.
At any time you will begin to crawl through all the sites. He is already threatening to leave on all fours to investigate every corner of the house, nothing is missing.
In a way, I feel that she is no longer a little baby hanging on Mom's tit all day (yes, I still breastfeed her).
My little girl, who when she doesn't cry is very nice, begins to take her first steps, well, her first crawls, on the road to independence.
