Greetings blog-o-sphere. It's been too long. Alot has happened since my last post. Summer came and went. Strike that – I’d just like for summer to have gone already. Marryn is almost eleven months old and starting Weekday School next week. She crawls everywhere, pulls up on everything, and is just breaths away from walking. Tear. Where has my baby gone?
Yes many things have happened, not the least of which is that Marryn is ready to be weaned. I have mixed emotions about it. If you'll remember, nursing wasn't the easiest thing for us. We struggled at first and sought out help. In some ways it seems as though we just got into our groove, and we’re already stopping? Yes…it's time. It’s really and truly time. She's distracted, impatient, and nursing just takes too long. In her way, she’s telling me she’s over it.
Last week we dropped two feedings, and this week we will drop one more. At the end of the week we’ll just be nursing before bedtime which, again, she's not really all that interested in. I know the point of parenting is to eventually render ourselves useless, but it's a bittersweet pill to swallow so soon.
So farewell my sweet little nursling. We’ll never need each other in this special way again. I will cherish our nursing time more than you'll ever know. I’ll miss your full, flushed cheeks, and you thrashing your head about before latching on. I'll miss your grunts of hungry happiness that always sounded like a piglet to me. I'll miss our quiet time just you and me. I'll miss being your sole source of comfort, even though I sometimes complained about it. I’m looking forward to the next step, my sweet little weanling.
Yes many things have happened, not the least of which is that Marryn is ready to be weaned. I have mixed emotions about it. If you'll remember, nursing wasn't the easiest thing for us. We struggled at first and sought out help. In some ways it seems as though we just got into our groove, and we’re already stopping? Yes…it's time. It’s really and truly time. She's distracted, impatient, and nursing just takes too long. In her way, she’s telling me she’s over it.
Last week we dropped two feedings, and this week we will drop one more. At the end of the week we’ll just be nursing before bedtime which, again, she's not really all that interested in. I know the point of parenting is to eventually render ourselves useless, but it's a bittersweet pill to swallow so soon.
So farewell my sweet little nursling. We’ll never need each other in this special way again. I will cherish our nursing time more than you'll ever know. I’ll miss your full, flushed cheeks, and you thrashing your head about before latching on. I'll miss your grunts of hungry happiness that always sounded like a piglet to me. I'll miss our quiet time just you and me. I'll miss being your sole source of comfort, even though I sometimes complained about it. I’m looking forward to the next step, my sweet little weanling.
Is this the face of a girl ready to take on the world or what?
