It's Friday night and I'm nursing Ellie before she goes to bed. I'm going to miss quietly rocking with the soft glow of her pink lamp every night. I honestly wasn't set on breastfeeding. It was my first choice, but I set myself to be okay with bottle feeding if it didn't work out. I know it can be really hard and with how crazy life was going to become with her arrival and the move and going back to work so quickly, I told myself, "we'll do whatever works." because really, that's what counts. Making it work. And Ellie took to it like a champ. It was really nothing I did. Okay maybe dozens of lactation-cookies helped,but other than that it was all her. And now that she is night weaned (finally!) and I can feel my body slowly returning from the hormone trip that is pregnancy and breastfeeding (finally!) I'm sad. I'm sure we'll keep it up for a bit, but work is going to have me traveling soon and being away will be hard. I'm just grateful that this was something we were able to do for a while. I feel like it's been one long wean from being a tiny jumping bean inside my belly, to being born, and still relying on me to feed her. Now she'll just rely on me to teach her and love her.
