It's official: my daughter is now officially All Grown Up. Over a week ago, she stopped nursing, cold turkey. I breastfed her nearly exclusively for the first 6 months of her life, and never expected it all to last as...
Nursing is on the rise. Towards the end of December, we were down to once a day. Today, it's back up to three or four. I'm not too nervous about it; I will get nervous, however, if she doesn't decide...
Some of my favorite photos of Ruthie of late: Loves sticks. Eats with THREE spoons. And she's the cutest baby ever....
I had already been working slowly towards this transition anyway, and it will be very nice to get a full night's rest for the first time in ten months. But I'll miss that little warm body snuggling next to me. And when she wakes up next to me in the morning, she has the goofiest drunken smile I've ever seen. She doesn't wake up happy in the crib. I can't snuggle next to her. I can't smell that intoxicating hair.
Despite the look on her face in this picture, she does a good job of eating all her peas.
And the amazing thing is, the next child will change all the rules.
All I know for absolute certainty is this: I love my daughter, deeply and completely.
This past week we had a breakthrough: Ruthie started taking a bottle without much (if any) fuss.
I just have to have faith. I've been doing everything I can to get her to a place where it'll be easier for both of us. I just have to have faith.
Yesterday I tried to feed little Ruthie rice cereal for the first time. It was mixed with vast quantities of breast milk, of course, which meant that instead of spitting it outright, Ruu gave me this puzzled little look while...
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