So his 2nd week into being a 9 month old, Oliver decided he was done with nursing. He was ready to sneak swigs of his big brothers' sippy cups of real milk instead; ready to move on.So he went from nursing 3 times a day (with an occasional bottle or 2 of formula during the day) to flat out refusing to be nursed...with a few bites and laughs in there, too. He completely lost interest overnight. One day I was confident he would last until he was a year because of his strong desire to be nursed and even refusing a bottle to the very next day completely rejecting it. Crazy.
It's bittersweet. Last baby. Last time. Last bit of infancy, comfort, dependency, and sweetness that comes along with it. Last peaceful moments of nursing him to sleep are over.
It does make me sad. However, I can be happy about a few things...leaving for dates (or anything!) before he goes to sleep; more help from Brian; not being confined to his schedule; more available to help at church or school; making life a lot easier with the other 4 boys; and even losing that last bit of baby weight that I can never shed until nursing is over.
Wow. I can't believe how fast Oliver's first year is going. Too fast. And he's so ready to be a big boy like his brothers.
I'm not ready for that.
1 comment:
So proud of you for verbalizing your "last of" thoughts... I am still in denial! :)
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