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My son learned to love my husband before he was even born. My husband doesn’t have a rigid schedule at work, especially with the times at which he returns home for lunch or supper, but once he came home our son would wake up and started to play. At first I thought it was merely the stimulation that he finally had another voice (other than mine) to which he could listen, and that that made him happy. I then realized that this was not the exclusive reason because my son also became more active when I spoke to my husband on the phone.

The answer was chemical. Each time I spoke to my husband the happy-lovey chemicals gushed through my system and therefore that of my son as well. As he grew he learned to associate these good feelings with the noises he heard: the silly made-up songs that changed every night or the chatty narration of the day and the future. It should then come as no surprise that our son recognized his Daddy’s voice the minute he was born, and has been fascinated with my husband ever since.

Last week when our family was exercising our immune systems I woke up in the middle of the night to cough. I no sooner had finished my spell and lay back down when I heard echoing noises coming over the baby monitor.

The similarity was lost on me until the next day when my son foiled my attempts to feed him before I ate, and fussed his hungry look while I voraciously ate my meal.

“He always does this,” I said to my husband, “It doesn’t matter when I fed him last or how long I delay my own meal. When I finally eat, he wants to eat.”

He laughed and suggested that maybe we are still connected to each other.

That makes sense. After all, we are living in a wireless world.

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