I'm sometimes a bit overly empathetic. It turns out I'm more than a bit overly empathetic with our son. Every single time I try to burp him, I burp. I don't think about it, but it always happens.
If I wonder if he's swallowing when I'm feeding him, I start swallowing.
If he stirs in his sleep, I wake up.
If he cries for too long, I cry. That's maybe less about empathy and more about desperation.
When he's tired, I'm tired. And I'm tired when he's not tired.
I guess I feel a little connected to him. And I really like and love him.
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