Our Master bedroom is upstairs in our home.
And in this beautiful old place we don’t have air conditioning, so my windows are open
and the hum of the window box fan is playing in the background.
Sleeping beside me is my golden haired little baby girl Poet.
She turned three years old just last month.
Her cheeks are flushed in that soft baby pink splash that they get when babies are sleeping and right after nursing.
I adore this little one… her laughter and small tiny voice fills our home with such happiness.
She is so smart and is learning her ABC and colors and is going at her own pace of learning and it is marvelous.
I read something I wrote ( Click Here To Read ) when Zoey just turned three, she was also nursing at that time and so I was tandem nursing.
Seems like forever ago, I wrote how tandem nursing brought a bond between Zoey and Poet when Poet was just a newborn.
Looking back at those memories I just want to cry, I am so thankful that I was able to keep nursing my baby Zoey after I had Poet.
That is one of the only fears I had about having children so close in age, I was worried I would make my oldest grow up too fast and I would miss that process of her going from baby to toddler, and I am so thankful that wasn’t the case.
And so thankful that they are so close in age.
When the days seemed so busy with a newborn and I felt that I hadn’t spent enough time with Zoey, nursing was the time we were brought back together for connection and cuddles, just what Zoey and mama needed in that adjustment period.
Now that tandem nursing is over I know breastfeeding my baby Poet is coming to a close.
It’s becoming fewer and farther between as she self weans.
And this mamas heart is happy but also it gives me a twinge of pain…
Not because breastfeeding is such a glorious thing to do, sometimes its down right suffocating, but because it means my baby is no longer a baby, I will no longer be able to give her that sort of comfort.
Theres something about breastfeeding your baby- its like they are still apart of you in the way they were when you were carrying them for nine months.
You have that feeling that you can protect them from any hardships that come their way.
I mean a bump on the knee to a baby who breastfeeds is nothing when they see the boob.
I know I only have a few more months left of breastfeeding, I am going to treasure every little snuggle I get from this darling baby of mine.
Call me crazy or weird. I can’t get over that this part of motherhood is almost done with in my life… let the tears commence.