Ugh. That is the best word to describe my feelings. Torn. That is also the best word to describe my feelings. I am in the process of weaning Britt. No, it's not up for debate. It's solely our decision. Opposing opinions won't change or help anything.
For those of you who have been there, you know that your nursing mommy hormones get mad at you when you wean your child. For those of you who have yet to experience this, just know that it's hard, but a part of life with babies.
Britt is doing well. She's still getting plenty to eat and drink and only had one melt down (albeit a long one); last night when she wanted to nurse for the snuggle and comfort. She didn't want to have anything to do with a bottle. That was rough.
But, it's time. I feel it. I'm making very little milk anyways since Britt loves regular food so much. It's just... time.
I remember how hard it was with Ash when she was 7 months. I cried and cried. Britt is almost 11 months. It's been good. I'm going to keep telling myself all the positive things about this and we'll just power through it. I haven't cried. Yet.
I'll miss the physical connectiveness (did I just make up a word?), but it means we're one step closer to having a little girl room and a parent room (it's currently an Ash room and an everyone else room). Yay!
I love you Britt-Britt. No matter how I deliver your food to you.
For those of you who have been there, you know that your nursing mommy hormones get mad at you when you wean your child. For those of you who have yet to experience this, just know that it's hard, but a part of life with babies.
Britt is doing well. She's still getting plenty to eat and drink and only had one melt down (albeit a long one); last night when she wanted to nurse for the snuggle and comfort. She didn't want to have anything to do with a bottle. That was rough.
But, it's time. I feel it. I'm making very little milk anyways since Britt loves regular food so much. It's just... time.
I remember how hard it was with Ash when she was 7 months. I cried and cried. Britt is almost 11 months. It's been good. I'm going to keep telling myself all the positive things about this and we'll just power through it. I haven't cried. Yet.
I'll miss the physical connectiveness (did I just make up a word?), but it means we're one step closer to having a little girl room and a parent room (it's currently an Ash room and an everyone else room). Yay!
{Milk drunk. On the day of her birth. She was constantly falling asleep at the "table."}
I love you Britt-Britt. No matter how I deliver your food to you.
