He loves us, he really does!

So this new phase of Isaiah's life is an endearing one to us. He won't let anyone else hold him without crying unless it's Mommy, Daddy or Ama (Grandma). First, you feel bad for the people who try to hold him. They can't help it, they feel like they did something wrong or they somehow made him cry by hurting him. But it's only because he's so attached to his circle of people he knows. You feel awful for the person holding him. You want to apologize to them, tell them it's not their fault, he's just going through a phase. But then- you feel like, finally! He really loves me! In the begining, it didn't matter who held him, where he was- he didn't care, he smiled at just about anyone and was happy no matter who's arms he was in. It didn't matter that I was the one that sat there and breast fed him every 2 hours for 45 minutes each side. It didn't matter that I was the one who changed his 20 diapers a day or so. Or that I was the one who labored for 18 hours and pushed for 2 hours to give birth to him. Anyone could hold him. Anyone could care for him- as long as his basic needs were met. I was merely a food supply. Now, he knows me, he's attached to me. He clings to me- he looks for me if I'm not close by. I'm sure I will be relieved when he finally starts coming around to other people. But for now, I am taking this stranger anxiety for what it's worth! He loves me, he really does!