As of this week, this little chica is weaned -as in no longer breastfeeding.
Both times around the weaning process has been bittersweet. But this time it was a little less bitter.
In August of 2008 we found out we were expecting Stephen Small. Since then I have been either a) pregnant or b) nursing. That's 3.5 consecutive years (and I know many women have gone longer). There was even a short stent in summer 2010 that I was both nursing (Stephen) and pregnant (with Laurie). These were sweet times. But I eagerly welcome this new phase in which my children are not literally dependent on my anatomy and physiology for their sustenance.
Now that I have lived through both years of my children's little bitty babyhood, I'm concluding that it takes a year, a good full year to sorta feel like yourself and to establish a new normal. That first year of life is demanding. We don't give that fact enough weight these days.
After Stephen was born, I was super eager to jump back into busy life again. And once I did - it did not go well. I had sorely underestimated the amount of attention and care a baby needs.
So when Laurie came along I was better prepared to lay low and to embrace lots of home days. I said no a lot. Now that she's older we get out and do more. I'm not as hesitant to commit to plans.
I think this is going to be a fun and refreshing season.
Bring on the canned tuna and booze.