Bye Bye Babas and Bittersweet Boobies

So here I am after a busy weekend wondering if I'll ever get to update my blog. Free time is something I lack as a working mom. So as I pump for my last week. I am sad. I've worked so hard at this and I now I have to wean him off milk during the day. Actually, unless he us hurt or tired, the kid would probably care less about it. It is mommy that is sad. I am not sad to stop pumping. That my friends is a joyous occasion. I'm sad that I won't feed him throughout the day when I'm home. I suppose the kid has to grow up but I'm not ready.
Today was Evan's last day for bottles. He can drink well out of cups and he would rather play with a bottle than drink from it. Time to break him from it before he wants drink everything from the baba.

Evan doesn't seem to need so much milk anymore. Somebaby is self waening. So sad. Infact today, he didn't have any milk while he was at his grandma's. I've dropped my pumping at work down to once a day. This means I will have less milk during the daytime and I won't be able to nurse much during the day when I'm with him. I will certainly miss him crawling up to me begging for milk. Nursing isn't just for food, its a special time for him and I. He nursed for a really long time today and then looked at me like, thanks, I needed that. As nursing draws to a close, I savor each nursing session we have. Since Evan will be one on Wednesday, I am transitioning him to cow milk this weekend (for selfish reasons, I don't want him to have bad poops at his birthday party). I will still nurse at night, yes, we wake up once or twice for milk time. But my lil boy is growing up and I suppose I will have to too.

I will not miss pumping. Its the hardest thing I do each day.