Wednesday, July 07, 2004
( 7/7/2004 10:35:21 PM )
It's been one week since I last latched Miss Ella to my teet.
I want to cry at the thought and I want to smile at the thought. Weening is one hell of an emotional ride.
The new job was getting too hectic to pump, Miss Ella's teeth were coming out, and well, she was getting bigger! So I decided to ween her. Now we're all done.
For the most part.
There are moments where she smacks my chest as if to tell me, "Let's go mommy! Pull up your shirt and whip out my dinner!" Sometimes she just bites at my chest. But for the most part, it happened without much incident or fanfare.
The hardest part is when she's crabby and can't be calmed down knowing that I can't just put her to my breast to soothe her. It really is hard.
On the up side, she's sleeping thru the night now. She's no longer getting up at 2 am looking for a way into my shirt. And for me, that's good. Really good.
Ah...now to begin weening her from formula to cow's milk. Egads!
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( 7/7/2004 10:35:21 PM )
All dried up
It's been one week since I last latched Miss Ella to my teet.
I want to cry at the thought and I want to smile at the thought. Weening is one hell of an emotional ride.
The new job was getting too hectic to pump, Miss Ella's teeth were coming out, and well, she was getting bigger! So I decided to ween her. Now we're all done.
For the most part.
There are moments where she smacks my chest as if to tell me, "Let's go mommy! Pull up your shirt and whip out my dinner!" Sometimes she just bites at my chest. But for the most part, it happened without much incident or fanfare.
The hardest part is when she's crabby and can't be calmed down knowing that I can't just put her to my breast to soothe her. It really is hard.
On the up side, she's sleeping thru the night now. She's no longer getting up at 2 am looking for a way into my shirt. And for me, that's good. Really good.
Ah...now to begin weening her from formula to cow's milk. Egads!
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