Well, it’s starting. We are starting to wean from breastfeeding.
Miss E. will be one at the end of this month and pretty soon whole milk will reign supreme. I have a feeling that I’ll keep nursing her in the mornings for as long as she wants to. It’s easy and I love that quiet time with her. It’s the only time she’s really still.
While a part of me is sad to give this up as I really don’t think we’ll have any more children, a part of me is also ecstatic…for some lame-o reasons.
1) I can go to the doctor and get some good migraine drugs.
For the past few months, I’ve been getting migraines on the regular – one every few weeks. I put ice packs on my head and shoulders, pop an Excedrin Migraine and pray. Sometimes it works. Sometimes I have to try an oxycodeine left over from my c-section. Sometime I just have to wait it out.
Now that I won’t be nursing (much) I can go get some of the good stuff that’ll knock those suckers right out of my head.
2. I can go see a dermatologist.
I have rosacea that tends to flare up here and there. Lately, it’s been way more HERE. Ugggg. Luckily make-up covers it pretty nicely, but it’s killing me. I feel like a teenager. I’ve been suffering through it because I know I can’t put some of the prescribed medications on my face while I’m nursing. (Yes, I realize that maybe I shouldn’t want to put that stuff on my face, but I need this to GO AWAY.) I need to find something to clear it up and tone it down.
3. I can return to some of my former lingerie.
I’m just going to say it…nursing bras are not the sexiest.
So there you have it…the lame-o reasons I’m a little bit excited to have the girls back to myself.
Pathetic? Maybe a little. But I have to cling to something while I’m dying a little on the inside. My baby is growing up. A major milestone is a coming.
Somebody please pass the tissues.