this afternoon i’m heading up to duluth with my brother peter, since we’re bothing running the bjorklund 1/2 marathon tomorrow. it will be the first night i’ve ever spent away from fiona, the first time i’ve been away from both girls at the same time, and the first night in about 7+ years that i have slept by myself (’cept for the rare nap). part of me is looking forward to it, part of me has wanted to run away for a night alone, and part of me is already missing them. being a mama is so bitter sweet sometimes. sigh. fiona nursed at 5am, for what might be the last time, and i cried. we’ve been slowly working on weaning, going from still nursing on demand 4 months ago, to down to twice a day, and finally down to just that early morning cuddle up nursing. ella weaned on her own, with maybe just a gentle nudge in that direction once we found out that i was pregnant with fi. it was a peaceful and easy process. she was more ready than i was. with fiona, it has been much harder. each step towards complete weaning has been much tougher than i expected, for both of us. she’s almost 3, so i could talk to her about it and explain that the milk is going away…but in the early hours of the morning, cuddled up together, she is still my little baby and it is hard taking this away from her. that’s how it feels, like i am taking something from her, something that i know she loves. its very hard to do, especially when it is also something i have loved so much in my relationship with both my babies…and as something so essential to my life as a mother up to now. i have been a nursing mama for almost 5 years. it is a day of mixed emotions for me, but i know this time had to come eventually. here’s ella nursing one of her groovy girl dolls just after fiona was born (fiona is nursing too, that little red head next to me).
