It's a sad day for me.
I've nursed all my babies for a year. I just do. It's cheaper, it's good for them, it's good for me, it's convenient. And I love it. I love just being forced to sit. I love to feed the baby and play with her hair and check her ears and her fingernails and feel her soft skin and just enjoy her smallness. They just don't stay small. I've loved every stage, but I think I really love that little-baby-wholly-dependent-on-mommy stage. This one has an independent streak of determination running through her blood, but she still liked nursing.
Well, remember those nasty poison ivy vines and the nasty poison that leaked through my shirt (yes, I was wearing a shirt! Good grief!) and infected my entire stomach. I went to the doctor last Monday, but all she could give me (nursing) was a topical ointment, not a whole lot stronger than the over the counter stuff. By Saturday, it had spread everywhere, and I do mean everywhere (except my face, thank goodness). So I called the doctor again and she gave me a steroid prescription. I have to take it for 10 days, then wait two more days before my milk would be okay for Adelle. I hate pumping more than I love nursing and did I mention that the poison ivy spread everywhere?! Ugh. So I fed Adelle for the last time this morning.
We've both had kind of a rough day. She walks up to me saying, "Mamamama." And I pick her up and hand her her cup. I know it may not seem like a big deal. In a few weeks it wont be a big deal at all. But it is today.