Yesterday was my first time during the day being away from Ian since he was born. This shouldn't seem like a big deal except that he's, or shall I say, we're moving towards weaning. This is a concept that I haven't had trouble with in the past, but as any mom knows, weaning from anything is not necessarily a fun deal. Whether it's nursing, the bottle, a pacifier, sippy cups, blankies, etc. Asking your baby to give up something it loves and something you are used to being able to have to comfort and console them, is hard to part with.
I have grown to enjoy my quiet time SITTING while I nurse him and the comfort I have just snuggling with him. My patience with nursing has grown quite a deal since the first child and I don't see it as a task that ties me down, rather as a chance to bond and reflect. Don't get me wrong, there are times that I am completely ready to be done, but there are also times that I think I will miss it. It has become such a part of my life for the last 14 months, that for once I am somewhat sad to let it go. But I know that the Lord has plans for me to be out of the home more this next year, and it is time to move on to the next phase and allow myself that time to focus on those tasks.
That time yesterday made me realize how much nursing means to me and the bond that a mother has with her child. He actually did really well while I was gone & started fussing about the time I pulled into the parking lot, so when I got in the door, Jason was relieved to know I was there to comfort Ian, and I was comforted to pull our baby into my arms and know that he missed me just as much as I did during our time apart.
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