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" I love to give JD a bath. It&amp;#x27;s a very special, quiet time between us. A time when there are no visitors, no cell phones, no computers (no blogs to write!). It&amp;#x27;s just us--our little, perfect family. Since JD is still so tiny (about 10 lbs!) I bathe him in the kitchen sink in a bath seat. My son loves the sound of running water. In fact, bath aside, when he has a baby meltdown I sometimes run the water and stand by the sink with him. A look of content washes over his face and he loosens his grip on my shirt, though never does let go. I love being loved. JD loves me. I am his whole world. He needs me. He wants me around. He looks for me when he hears my voice. The feeling of his want and need for me is beyond what I thought love was. Our love for each other is unconditional. No one ever loved me like this and I never loved like this either. JD makes me better. When the sink is filled with bubbles I place JD on his seat. &amp;quot;Coo, coo, coo!&amp;quot; he babbles every time. And every time it is as if I never heard the jabber--such a sweet, alarming sound. I massage a spot of shampoo into his hair and hum while I gently scrub. He is so active now and responds with kicking and gurgling. One thing I&amp;#x27;ve noticed, he doesn&amp;#x27;t like to get his arms and hands wet. He pulls his arms up to his chest and makes bite-size fists. It&amp;#x27;s adorable--every, single time. He loves to taste the water, too. When we splash and play, a little drop will get in his mouth and he&amp;#x27;ll open and close his lips together and stick out his tongue. I let him suck on my finger, which to him, is candy. During the bath I stare at him. He&amp;#x27;s changed so much. One day he looks like me. The next he looks just like &amp;quot;him.&amp;quot; The next, he looks like Jack Domenic--his own little perfect person. He is beautiful everyday. When I take him from the water he sobs--doesn&amp;#x27;t quite cry. His little lip curls and pouts. I snuggle him up in a big towel and we take a risk (no diaper) and dance around the living room together. It&amp;#x27;s my favorite time of day. The lights are dim, the T.V. is off and the only sound I hear is our breath. It&amp;#x27;s a routine I&amp;#x27;ve come to look forward to (like how an approaching Friday night or fancy event used to make me feel). Before long there is a sleeping baby in my arms. I slip him into his sleeper and he wakes suddenly. A bottle and more dancing is next. Soon he is sleeping soundly and doesn&amp;#x27;t even realize when I lower him into his crib (he&amp;#x27;s taken a liking to his crib--phew!) My apartment is extra quiet at night, but I don&amp;#x27;t feel alone. My house is full. I love going to sleep smelling like JD--a soft kiss of baby shampoo and wet hair and a pinch of warm milk (it smells like oatmeal, or toast, even). Because of him and that blissful smell, I never go to bed or wake up alone. I know, just know, JD feels the same. I will do everything in my power, for the rest of our lives, to fill the void I know is there. JD will always know love and family. Q: What was a special time between you and your baby? And baby or not, what smell makes you feel so content? Before Jack, baking bread was my pleasure. It reminds me of my Nan and my childhood."^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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