When Your Only Job Is to Cuddle. “On that day, I rocked him for three hours. My left shoulder ached, my arm went numb, but I would not let go, for he and I had work to do, trust to build.”
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My son was born early and spent time in the NICU. Two years later, he's thriving. During his time in the NICU, he was fortunate enough to have a baby cuddler, named John. As aptly described in the article Jason shared, John simply sat in a rocking chair and cradled my son at times when neither myself nor my wife could be at the hospital. We were lucky to meet him during a couple visits where we overlapped. It was truly beautiful to meet someone devoting their time to helping vulnerable kiddos, and their exhausted parents, get well enough to go home.
I didn’t know this was a thing. I would love to do this.
My littlest, and last, is nearly 3 and we’re getting rid of all our baby stuff right now. It’s emotional knowing there won’t be another newborn in our house. Sleep aside, I really enjoyed that stage.
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