So I finally weaned my baby boy, no thanks to his cooperation. Much to his dismay he only gets cows milk bottles not, even though he still tugs on my shirt after almost 2 weeks of quitting cold turkey. He's 14 months as of yesterday, so I figured it was time whether he agreed or not. It's exceedingly nice to have my body back, even if my cup size is back to a "B" :-) I don't have to worry about when I might need to pump, where I might leak if I forgot a nursing pad, when he might wake up in the night wanting to eat. I do feel a little sad though - my baby is not really a baby anymore. He does stairs, eats real food, says a few words, and has a mind of his own! Lord, please help me (and him) to adjust to the changes we are going through as mother and son, and grow in your grace with each other.
Soren had a sleepover at his Aunt Kate's house last night, and then today he's gone to work with her at the preschool where she teaches. I couldn't tell who was more excited for it - her or him! She couldn't wait to introduce her special nephew to her coworkers, and he couldn't wait to have a real sleepover at his fave Auntie's place. He told me all day that he was going to throw the ball for Saint, their fetch-obsessed dog. I can't wait to hear how the last 24 hours was for them, when I go pick him up today. Thanks Aunt Kate!
