Nursing my babies is one of the most amazing parts about being a mom. To know that you can support and feed your baby is incredible, maybe a bit scary, but overall incredible.
Like all parents I wait patiently for baby to meet all those milestones: rolling, babbling, crawling, talking, walking…I even look forward to introducing them to food. I love the way they roll things around in their months and ponder what the heck Mommy just gave them. I love the “mmmmm…..” sounds they pick up quickly and use whenever they want to show their approval. It is fun.
Gradually they begin to eat more solid foods more frequently. And eventually they are done needing Mommy milkies. But I didn’t think about that when Miri started solids around 5 months old. Nor did I think about it at about when she was 7 ½ or 8 months, and she started sitting up to supper with us and poking in as many carrots or sweet potatoes or pear or peas as possible. I didn’t think about it when she started picking up the food herself and shoveling it.
Miri’s 10 months, and the time is now, the time where she doesn’t need Mommy to feed her everything and provide all her nutrients. She’s sitting up to the table to at least play with food every meal. Sometimes she’s interested in her mommy milkie bottle, sometimes not. Sometimes hooking up to Mommy to eat just takes too much time away from all the fun she is having playing with her brother and sister. She might miss something. Sometimes she doesn’t need her mommy to feed her.
And it’s sad. Sure I’m tired of pumping, and she’s easily distracted when she’s nursing from me so it’s challenging, especially when Miri’s still hanging on to me but wants to turn her head around to check something out. But I’m not really sure I’m ready to be done in a couple months. But at a year I am kind of ready, and my babies usually are too.
It’s bittersweet and for some reason harder than I remember.
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