Be forewarned...this is going to be a "mom post".
So, after 15 months, I am finished breast-feeding Tristan. It's bittersweet. It's bitter because I realize he is probably my last and that I will probably never breast-feed again and it also means my baby is becoming a big boy :(. A little sweet because between being pregnant with Brodie, breast-feeding for a year, being pregnant with our 2nd, then pregnant with Tristan and breast-feeding for 15 months...I feel like my body has not been my own in a long time. I'm finally getting my body back. Not 'getting my body back' as in the way it was before kids because I realize that will probably never happen, lol. It hit me the other day when a friend handed me excedrine for a headache and my natural reaction was "I can only take tylenol"...because for so long, that's how it was. I'm thankful for the good habits it helped create for me, like drinking lots of water, limit coffee and soft drinks to hardly any, trying my best to limit stress and stay rested, and thinking twice about everything and how it would effect my little one. It's tough to see our babies grow up and move on from things; especially something so close and "attached', literally. lol. During our trip in Virginia and Tristan having to be away from me overnight, he did well and didn't seem to mind not being nursed. I had been slowly weaning him over the last couple months but he had put up a fight. He will now drink his milk from a cup, and not throw it across the room...which is what he did when I first attempted it. When it came down to it though, it was easy and kind of happened naturally. So, I guess we were both ready. Kinda. lol. Yes, this was a big deal.
I keep asking myself...didn't I just have a baby? Where did the time go??
Love him! :)
