I didn’t think it’d be this hard.
I never thought I’d make it this long, and I know it’s time, but. . .
It’s killing me.
This morning, at 5 a.m., Liv screamed for 15 solid minutes. I had a sippy cup full of milk ready to go, and she shoved it away several times. Nothing was going to replace mama’s boob. Nothing.
“I can do this” was my mantra in my head, but I kept holding her and telling her I was sorry. “There’s no more milk, baby. I’m just a pacifier now. It’s time to stop.”
|our first day of this journey, almost 14 months ago|
After 15 minutes, I think she got it. She grabbed her sippy cup, took a big drink, and cuddled into my chest, and fell back asleep. All the crying had worn her out, and it did something else to. It made me realize how precious these fourteen months have been and how blessed I was to be able to nurse my daughter for so long. It made me realize how much I am going to miss that emotional bond that started when she was just hours hold.
But we are doing this together, and as much as it hurts that we are both letting go, I know my little girl is growing into an amazing, fun, beautiful toddler that I can now bond with over something we both love to do. . .eat. . .(solid food, of course).