Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Ivy hasn't nursed in two days. That's a pretty big deal to me. For the last 3 1/2 years I've been pregnant or nursing (and for two months I did both), and for 3 1/2 years my body has contributed to the nourishment of another little person. My body is tired.
As excited as I've been for this day to come, it's a bittersweet transition. I didn't feel this way with Sophie, who couldn't care less if she continued nursing. (And because I was nursing AND pregnant, I was exhausted ALL the time.) This time it's different. Ivy loved nursing. She's always nursed like a champ, and has been my cuddly one.
Not only has Ivy not nursed for two days, she hasn't even asked for it. We've both moved on, I guess. I was hoping she would be less clingy after I weaned her, but only slightly. She still gets jealous if Sophie's on my lap, and if Steve gives me a hug, she comes trotting across the room with her arms outstretched and whines for me to pick her up.
I'm still her number one, but I'm sure going to miss her "happy drunk smile" when she unlatches. At least she still likes to cuddle.
I just have to let my baby grow up and move on to big girl things. . .