This morning I woke up to snowflakes fluttering down my window pane. Now all I want to do is decorate a tree, listen to Bing Crosby Christmas on my record player and sip drinking chocolate (Don't tell Steve). Sometimes the whole "no decorating until after Thanksgiving" bit is such a drag! I love Thanksgiving, don't get me wrong, but when it starts snowing- Christmas will always be on my mind.
Clara and I are down to nursing just once a day- right when she gets up in the morning. I would have loved to have nursed her a few times a day for at least a few more months but as soon as I started nursing her less frequently my milk supply dropped pretty rapidly. We had to keep dropping feedings because I couldn't stand watching her work and work for that milk, then be so sad and confused as to why it wasn't coming. It broke my little mommy heart. Surprisingly, I'm not as sad as I thought I'd be about the situation in general, though. It seems like it was much harder to give up nursing her exclusively, and now that that's over, it's easier to cope. We're in a better meal time routine now, I am more confident that she's getting what she needs, nutritionally. I feel OK about it.
I'm really grateful for our nursing experience. Both Clara and I really enjoyed it, I was able to do it for a full year which was my goal to begin with. We pushed through those first painful months and developed a really good rhythm. Next time around, I may think about trying some herbal supplements to keep my milk supply up when the baby starts on solid foods, but for now I feel good about where me and Clara girl left off. It was such a blessing to be able to nurse her, to put those little chubby rolls on her arms and legs, really everywhere on thy tiny frame....to connect with my sweet baby. But that chapter in our lives is coming to a close and I'm ok with it. And I think she's ok with it too.