after almost 2 weeks, it's now official...ms. emma is weaned. when i was getting up 2x a night to breastfeed and feeding her 4x during the day, i longed for the day when she could eat on her own and drink from a cup and have nothing to do with my breasts. i thought i would be elated, jumping for joy at my newfound freedom. but instead, when the day did finally come, i found myself a little sad (please see picture to get a more accurate description of how i felt...i guess "little" may be a slight understatement). i suppose it was actually more of a bittersweet moment. i felt happy to finally be done with the whole thing, but at the same time i was crestfallen that it ended sooner than i anticipated. no more morning feedings cuddled in my bed, or rocking her in the rocking chair while she feeds before bedtime (sniff, sniff)...ugh. and the sad part is that she didn't even notice the transition. oh well...it was bound to happen...she is growing up already. i guess it's time to have another baby so i can relive all those wonderful emotions (*wink, wink*).
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