Bittersweet
My summer project, other than the move from hell about which I am in total denial, is to gently wean BabyStar. I'm ready for this and I'm not. That little voice in the back of my head keeps whispering he may be the last...
And so last night after he nursed before bed, he let go and looked up and said "yum yum yum yum," which he usually reserves for popsicles and chocolate chip cookies.
I think that's the best compliment I've ever received.
And so last night after he nursed before bed, he let go and looked up and said "yum yum yum yum," which he usually reserves for popsicles and chocolate chip cookies.
I think that's the best compliment I've ever received.
posted by Momma Star at 9:26 AM
5 Comments:
Now that's a man who knows how to compliment the chef! I fluctuate between "ohmygod get off my boob and wean already" and "I'll let him decide because I'm supermom." It's always tough hon. xo
that is so dang sweet.
weaning is always bittersweet, whether they make the decision or you do. that special one-on-one connection is something that i treasure as a memory and miss most.
enjoy every last minute...
(((hugs))) What a sweet little man ;) When my littlest danger kidlett (who is undeniably the last) makes that transition I know I will be both beyond ready and not ready at all.
Awwwwww...I know, it's so hard.
And sounds as if your little guy knows just which heart strings to pull. :-)
Awww...I agree with jouette, weaning is so bittersweet. Part of me was glad to be finished with it, but another part knew I would never have that special time again.
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