Elliott has been a nursing baby for 18 months. I decided long ago that I loved being a nursing mom and she definitely loved being a nursing baby. Over a short period of time, I have become less happy with the arrangement. I am not sure why. I think I just wanted my body back - and that little girl was getting pushy! Putting her hands down my shirt in all kinds of inappropriate places.
So, I consulted with a few friends, a few random strangers and a doctor and we are ready (well, I am ready).
The plan is to only nurse before bed.
Elliott is not pleased. I know she can handle it. She goes all day with out compaint when I am at work on monday. I know my baby for sure, and her cries and whines of complaint are not that of torture; but she liked things fine just the way they were.
As a result, she is a handful!
This morning she was up at Jer took the am shift. No nursing. It was rough and she was cranky for about an hour and a half. At , after a little breakfast but still moody we left the house still in our PJs and went for a drive. Distracted, Elliott enjoyed it. We then went to my parent’s house for a change of scenery.
As you can see – we were pretty desperate.
The remainder of the day was filled with playgroup and a play date which helped tremendously.
We are being very sensitive to her loss and providing lots of attention, distraction and love in order to help ease the discomfort.
It’s a loss for me to, change is hard. Our little girl is growing up.
I was happy to end our tough day with a long nurse and Elliott blowing us kisses good night.