As I approach the last few days of nursing I'm actually a little emotional about it. I can't believe that I spent almost 3 years of my life "attached" to my boys in this way.
It was a REALLY rough start...first with not even knowing for sure if I could (my grandma couldn't and my mom didn't)...but REALLY wanting to, then not having the best start, but I was very determined and stuck through it even in VERY hard circumstances.
Josiah and Malachi both were difficult starting out and I spent almost the first 2 months in actual pain...but pushed through...then my SO EASY third child made it seem like a piece of cake (either I finally got it figured out, or he was just much better at adjusting to it). This along with him not getting teeth until 11 months old made it really easy to continue nursing him.
Now as he approaches his first birthday, has started to get teeth, and he REALLY enjoys Vitamin D Milk, my time of nursing is ending...and it's hitting me harder than I thought. This is it, the last one... In one sense I'm excited to be done, have myself to mysef again....to be on "this side of the fence" does feel good...knowing that we're heading to the next stage of parenting...
Can it even be that it's a harder stage?
With the many sleepless nights and painful feedings behind me and the difficult times of mothering it is to have babies, I think of how God has brought me through and changed my life with these kids...just imagine what He has in store for this next stage...
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