|Sweet Baby Lila. Day #2|
The first time around, I breastfed Lila. I was one of those annoying success stories. It just worked. Which was awesome, because getting pregnant took a while. I distinctly remember that feeding her when she was a newborn was ridiculously time-consuming, but we both honed the craft and got better and toward the end Lila was eating in like 5 minutes flat.
As it turns out, Lila was one of those non touchy-feely babies (yes Virginia, they do exist) and the only cuddly time I got with her was when I was feeding her. And, as a full-time working Mom, I sort of just needed that time with her. It made me feel like I was making up for “lost bonding”. It’s true. I loved breastfeeding and was somewhat conflicted about it when it ended… (I wrote about it here.)
I didn’t need to be nervous for too long because right as I was nearing the finish line — when Lila was about 10 months old, I found out that I pregnant again. And because when you have your second baby you MAKE SURE YOU DO THE EXACT SAME THINGS THAT YOU DID FOR THE FIRST ONE IN ORDER TO BE FAIR*…I knew that more nursing was in my future.
This kind of helped the whole weaning process. I wrote about it my “semi-reluctant emancipation” here. When Lila was done. We stopped. I remember the day. I remember her last feeding. I remember it all like it was yesterday. She was just done. I was kind of like, “Huh? What just happened? Well, ok.”
But it was all good. Why? Because I was pregnant and had another baby on the way and I knew that my new baby would be nursing and any void (read: personal issues) I had would be filled with the new one.
|Sweet Baby Vivienne. Day #2|
Well, the new one is 9 months old and is still nursing, just as her sister was. However, gone are the days of her silently and calmly lying in my arms and gazing into my eyes as she eats. Nope, now we have a speedracer who wants to QUICK eat so that she can QUICK go play and QUICK go do something else.
She also has teeth. Ow.
I know that I’m about 2.5 – 3 months away from nursing and pumping no longer being a regular thing in my life. And I’m excited. (I HATE CARRYING MY PUMP TO WORK. I HATE PUMPING, TOO.) And sad. I love this time with my Vivi and I know that it will end naturally, when it’s supposed to. And at that point, I will reclaim my body (I’ve been pregnant or nursing since October of 2008. I’m not asking for acknowledgement. I just wanted to type that.) and I will move on.
‘Till then, I think I’m going to continue appreciating today.
**Tell me that I’m not the only parent of two children whose life mission has been to level the playing field and be as fair as possible to the second child? Ensuring that Baby #2 has everything, or at least most of everything that Baby #1 had or experienced?
I can’t be the only one.