THings are good.

For those of you that have been following our weaning story. Thigs were really, really hard on me emotionally last week. I wasnt ready to wean Liam. Well, I was ready, my head was ready, but my heart was no where ready. My heart kept telling me it shouldnt me this hard. I kept crying about it. It just hurt too bad. I was ok with the weaning part, what I wasn't okay with was how we did it. Cold Turkey. I talked to my mom one night, on a friday (we weaned on tues)when I got home from work and told her I was thinking about nursing Liam again. She advised well if he doesnt ask, don't do it. I agreed. Later that night I was holding liam and he pulled at my shirt. I nursed him in the hopes that it would be the last time. Kind of like my way of saying goodbye. It was so sweet. My sister asked me if I cried. I didn't. I kissed his sweet head and rubbed his little arms and that was it. I haven't cried since that night, and we haven't nursed since. It's a thing of the past for both of us. While it was one of the things I enjoyed most about motherhood, I know that there will be soooo many memories to be made. He's such a big boy. I got so many praises from my family, friends, doctors and strangers for nursing Liam as long as I did. 15 months. I know I havent talked much on here about nursing, to me, it's private. But I wanted to journal all this here for me. For Liam. So we can look back on it all one day on know what we did and how it made me feel. Now Im dealing with engorgement issues but hopefully that will all resolve itself soon enough. Thanks for all the words of encouragement from friends and family. I did it. FINALLY. We did it. :)




Instead of nursing Liam to sleep at night, this is our new "special" place. I rock him here, in this chair for naps and at bed time. It's such a special place now.

This is Liam on day two of weaning. He's great. I cried while taking this picture. Seriously, Im not even kidding.

walking at my mom's.

This kid LOVES being outside.

woops! :)