Saturday, May 12
As he's stopped asking to nurse so much, he's also picked up a new friend along the way. He had been carrying around some Beth and Luke's baby dolls, either Winnie-the-Pooh, Eric (the small doll) or Ariel (the bigger one). He loved carrying Ariel around and refused to put her down, so the doll laid on the table next to his plate (she had to be within reach- definitely not on the next chair over) and slept with him in his crib. Well, if you've seen this doll, she's about the size of a 4-month-old, so when I carried Jack I carried this doll too. I decided it was time for Jack to have his own baby doll, so when I gave her to him on Thursday morning he pretty much hasn't put her down since. He gets very distraught if he realizes she's not next to him.
I am sure that somehow these two things are related. It's almost like he's letting go of me and finding someone new to spend his time with! I know it's not quite like that but it's very bittersweet to be letting go of our nursing relationship. This is the longest I've nursed any of my babies and, not knowing for sure if I'll nurse any more, it's hard to think that we're coming to the end of this road. I know he's received so many health benefits from nursing but beyond that we've created a bond that I haven't been able to share with Beth or Luke in quite the same way. He's my little baby and I'm not sure I'm ready for him to grow up yet!