|Jeans: Jay Jay's; T-shirt: Henry Holland for Mr Price; Scarf: China Town|
Shoes: Cotton On; Bag: Mr Price; Neckpiece: Zuri; Watch: Gifted Michael Kors
Isaiah is 11 months old this week. I can't believe his first birthday is next month. It's a scary thing, but it's such a proud time too. I remember my anxiety at the thought that we're responsible for another person and while that anxiety still exists, I'm so proud that we've made it and that we've done alright. We can't say - "ag, next time we'll do better". Your first shot at parenting is really your best shot.
I've been breastfeeding all the time. At 3 months old, he started taking formula during the day, when I returned to work - but I'd breastfeed every other time. I knew I wanted to breastfeed; there was no question and I'm blessed that I was able to. I had planned on breastfeeding for a year, but this week I wean him off.
I figure he is old enough, and he is definitely a ball of health. He takes solids well, and doesn't refuse the bottle. I think I'm comfortable to stop breastfeeding. It's a little heartbreaking, because I feel sorry for him although I know that I'm not doing him an injustice. In fact, I'm continuing to lose weight and will do best by looking out for my health. It's also heartbreaking because breastfeeding was our thing; our QT - I love it and I'll miss it.
I'm not going to be the mama to a breastfed pre-schooler (this is a true story), so it's inevitable. It feels like the end of a big thing in both our lives, but the reality that he's growing up is exciting.
A new chapter begins.
No breastfeeding-friendly outfits required. Here's to wearing anything (it's not even a consolation right now). Sob.
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