Saturday, December 6, 2014
And yet, every day that I tell myself "this should probably be the day" I nearly break down in tears and I can't seem to let go of these moments.
Breastfeeding wasn't the enjoyable bonding experience I had hoped it would be for us. I don't remember either of my other two disliking it nearly as much as sweet Violet. It often seemed like a battle and wasn't always a sweet "snuggle into me and enjoy the moment" kind of thing. But I powered through with the goal of nursing until she was old enough for cow's milk (as close to 12 months as I could get.) So just a few weeks short of her birthday I began slowly replacing nursing with bottles of milk and like clockwork, on her birthday, she nursed for the very last time. I might have actually been sad if it had felt like I was taking something away from her. But when she pushed me away and shook her head I knew we'd both get over it fast.
Then something happened and our experience changed. She enjoys her milk from a bottle. Our routine of wake-up, bottle time! She enjoys laying in my lap, snuggling into me just right and my heart is full and happy every time. So what if she "should" be drinking from a cup? I'm OK with this for now...