Someday the woosh woosh woosh sound of my breast pump will be something I don’t hear every day. I am thrilled and melancholy all at the same time. Now that Bubbles is almost 8 months old I can really start thinking about when to wean. My goal all along was to make it through cold and flu season and what do you know that is right around the corner. I can’t wait to have my body back. I can’t wait to no longer have to get my makeshift curtain up and pump at work three times a day. I can’t wait to go somewhere with the Husband
overnight.
On the other hand I will miss her first happy smile in the morning after LB is empty. I’ll miss her little hands that run through my hair in contentment. The way she looks at me like I can give her the whole world. The feeling that maybe I just can give her the whole world. Our quite moments, hushed conversation, our cuddles. I feel so blessed that I was able to give her this gift and I am so thankful that she stuck with me through the rougher parts.
Of course burning an extra 1000 calories or so a day ain’t half bad either… :)
1 comment:
i SO remember these feelings. we made it 14 months, and then monkey just lost interest. it was definitely harder on me than on him. and with our busy lives these days, i kind of miss that connection time, just the two of us, when time stood still for a little while at the beginning and end of our day. BUT - now, our thing is becoming a cuddle and a good book (current favorite is the very hungry caterpillar), and that time is just as precious. he still looks at me like i could hand hand him the moon if he asked.
oh, and the having your body back as just your own is pretty damn nice, too.
be encouraged!
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