Monday, December 29, 2008
I put Hank in the swing, gave him milk in a cup, and he is asleep. For 25 minutes so far. I can't believe I have never heard a mom talk about mourning weaning. I know it doesn't mean he doesn't need me anymore. And I still have 5-10 pounds of milk in my C's. But it is the beginning of the end. A good thing. I would really like to walk through the sadness and joy at the same time without trying to distract myself or deny the "extreme emotional upheaval" I didn't believe the book about. And, no, I personally don't want to nurse a baby who can unbutton my shirt, but I do not have judgement for someone who does. I am almost back to my fighting weight, although my old jeans STILL do not fit. Also, OK. I hate to have to give the C's back, anyway.
Now, I can write those 2 books I have had in mind for the past 10 years.