My timing is completely off today. Bean was up for 2 hours last night, for the second night in a row. Oddly, I'm still in a decent mood and don't feel tired at all. Which is fortunate, because I scheduled a friend to come over to play with Sister today after school and it would be very sad indeed if I was being bitch-mama-from-Hell again.
Bean slept in til 8:30 this morning to make up for her lost sleep, so I squeezed in some errands after breakfast, knowing she wouldn't nap for awhile. We went to Target to shop for canned goods for a food drive and school supplies for the school social worker's supplies drive. Then over to the fancy gourment mega-mart for one measly $4 can of smoked paprika. Never heard of it? Me neither, til I ran across it in a new cookbook. It's going to make its way into "Smoky Turkey Shepherd's Pie" or something like that tonight. Smoke-flavored dinner with a mashed potato crust ought to be something everyone will be happy about around here. They haven't been totally down with the lamb loin chops and the rosemary-prociutto corn cakes and such lately, God love 'em. Anyhow, I got some laundry done, some lunch eaten, some tidying about the house, blah blah blah. And then I was all ready to go get Sister from school. Except that she doesn't get out for another 2 hours. Strange.
I cut out another of Bean's nursing sessions so that she's down to nursing just 3 times a day now. My boobs are about to explode at the moment, but that's not the only reason I'm kinda sad. I find myself not quite emotionally ready to wean my sweet baby, who so clearly loves to nurse. She just loves to be close to me and I know I'm going to miss that when it's over. Being the primary caretaker does mean that I am the preferred parent, so if I've been complaining a lot about it lately, I should also go on record as saying this gig isn't all bad.
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We're down to three nursings per day too. It is really sad to let it go. I remember feeling that way with Laylee too but then when it was acutally over, it was sort of a relief to have my body back. now I'm almost done and it makes me sad again.
We're down to one or two nursings a day- and they're rarely long sessions. I'm finding myself a little weepy/emotional in some ways since she my possibly be my last baby- but on the other hand I'm excited to not have to wear nursing bras!
I felt the same way with my little guy, even though it was a pain the rear to get him to do the nursing sessions. Of all the bitching and moaning I did about Breastfeeding, I sure was sad when it ended.
I am not going to feel bad about the fact that we often eat canned soup and grilled cheese sandwiches around here. I'm not.
Since it took both Audrey and I such a long while to get the hang of nursing I am not eager to give it up. She almost seems to be self weaning these days though... So it may not be long before this nursing thing ends for us as well.
Um,I'll take that recipe, please...
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