In ten days, my baby will be two years old! I still cannot believe it.
Though she is changing in so many ways. Her language has increased tremendously over the past month, now talking in 2-3 word sentences. She is so determined to get her message out, and will resort to body language and charade moves to help us figure it out. My favorite word she says "Sister", which is what she calls Analese.
She is so observant, just like her big sister. She loves games, and really looks forward to Daddy coming home at night so we can all play a game together.
She is also showing us her fiery spirit as well. I have seen some leg stomping and yelling coming out of my sweet baby! But she is still easily calmed down with some hugs...for now.
She is now using the potty. Not consistently, but she has gone a number of times and sat for about hundred more. She can feel when she goes, and becomes all panicky abut getting to the potty. Eventually she'll learn some pre-potty signs to help us get there beforehand!
Another big change, which is bittersweet for me....Mara is beginning to wean. In many ways, I am proud. Proud that we were able to nurse for two years when there was so much pressure to put her on formula with her allergies. I know that this pregnancy has pushed her towards self-weaning, which brings many different emotions. For one, it is a blessing to me in many ways, as it has been very painful for me the past month to have her nurse. There is also the fact that when she is finished nursing, no more food restrictions for me! I have been without dairy and soy for almost 2 years, without gluten for 10 months. I do not necessarily miss these things, what I miss is the opportunity to eat out...maybe Greg and I can on some dates before baby #3 comes? I would also like a break from food restrictions before the baby comes, because chances are high we'll be right back on them when he or she is born.
But I still cannot help but feel sad that this part of our relationship is ending....this afternoon I took her into my room and held her as she drank her hemp milk. She was fine with it, drinking up and then going to sleep. I will admit to crying once I left the room.
It's a good thing, I know. She is doing it on her own terms...I have not and will not refuse to nurse her. So we'll see. One step at a time.....
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
My baby is growing up..
Posted by Julie B at 3:10 PM
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I can't tell you how much I admire the sacrifices you have made to be able to keep nursing. I don't know if I could have done that.
Awww, I love the picture of her on the potty! It is so hard to see them grow up and move out of the baby stage, isn't it? I am having my own struggles with this, too (: Just think you get to do it all over again in 6 months!! (:
It's hard to believe she'll be 2! I'm jealous of the potty-Neve fights it like its the plague. I hear you on the nursing thing-I remember it being very bittersweet with Aidan self weaning when I was pregnant with Nevie. But I was so proud of him & that it was so gentle. You'll get there. ;)
Nevie will be nursing until she's in college, I fear.
Love the picture, she's sooo cute! Congrats on the potty, reminds me that David will be there soon as well...eeek! As much as I'm ready for him to be a big boy and independant, I guess it's a little bittersweet since he's my last. Oh well, I've still got some time before he moves out and gets married, won't worry about it now!!! I second Mama Zen's comment, good for you for sticking out the nursing and doing what you know was best for your family. The sacrifices you've made would have sent most running, you rock!!
thanks guys! Your all so sweet :)
Today she drank her milk with me and then demanded to nurse, so we still have a ways to go :)
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