My Special Little Girl
I'm having one of my sentimental, reflective moments... One week ago today, Bradyn and I decided that we were finished with breast feeding. We were at that point in our bedtime routine when she's sitting on my lap in Great Grandma's rocking chair and she has her nightly (and only remaining, daily) feeding. When I pulled up my shirt for her, she looked at me, then looked up into my eyes with those big baby blues, but made no motions to nurse. I decided to ask 'All done?'. Her eyes said it all. She then looked away and leaned forward to reach for a book. The next day I went on antibiotics for my strep throat, so although I haven't offered since, she hasn't asked. It was just a quiet, unplanned decision that we made together.
We've both moved on, but there's a part of me that's very sad. I know I'm still her Mommy, but that special bond is what made me unique from any other person in her life. Now anyone can put her to bed, and theoretically, anybody could be her Mommy. I know we'll find other things to do that will be our own special bond, but there's just nothing in the world like the special quiet time you share with your child while breastfeeding.
Our little baby girl is growing up so fast. She's talking, running all over, taking care of her own baby doll, and continuing to amaze us every day. 16 1/2 months old. I just can't believe it. It seems it was only yesterday that we were holding on to a tiny swaddled bundle that we really weren't sure what we were going to do with. Funny how you figure it out so quickly and then, just a quickly, can't imagine what you would do without her.















