Today I took out all the nursing shirts I have hanging in my closet. Truth is I didn't wear them too often - only if going out in public. But they were there and I guess they represented something to me. Because today when I began to take them down this lump jumped into my throat and this nagging stinging started in my eyes. And I realized, I was terribly sad. Macy decided she was too busy too nurse about oh...a month ago. We still do first thing in the morning but the rest of the day it is bottles for her. She is just a busy, busy girl and there is too much in the world for her to see that she just can't be bothered with only staring at mommy any more. And I'm okay with it for the most part. I can admit the freedom has been nice. But it has been a little sad to know I am one more step away from those baby days. And today it just hit home. And I know my days are numbered for nursing first thing in the morning too. So I will cherish each morning, knowing the last is very soon to come.
Johanna,
I remember those same feelings with Zak. Only I had to expedite the weaning because I was going back to work. It is only the beginning in a long list of letting go's as you already know with Grady. As you said, cherish the mornings as long as you can.
Posted by: Jean Klemmer | August 20, 2009 at 01:20 PM