Isaac’s birthday is Thursday. Not just any birthday though. His *first* birthday. A pretty big #lastfirst if you ask me. And the last week of his first year of life has started off kinda tough. For both of us.
Thursday morning he woke up with a nasty cough, which has turned into an even nastier cough, resulting in him coughing so hard that he’s throwing up several times a day. It’s no fun. And it’ll mean a trip to the doctor tomorrow, I’m sure.
What it also means is that I’m pretty sure he’s done nursing. He’s so stuffy and he really just isn’t interested all of a sudden. It’s pretty crazy. I was ready for this. I just thought it would happen over the next 2 weeks and on my terms. I’m surprised at how emotional I am about this. I’ve actually been looking forward to this for a good month. But then I realized tonight while rocking Isaac to sleep (in a steamy hot bathroom), that not nursing him means I won’t giggle at him pulling his blanket over his head each night while falling asleep nursing.
And while there are feelings of freedom as well, the emotions of never nursing another baby are high. Much higher than I anticipated. And so I’m sure this week will get harder as Isaac’s birthday inches closer.
But onward we go. As I was putting Lucas to bed tonight, I just looked at him and wondered what Isaac will be like at three years old. So as I cherish these last firsts, I look forward for new firsts and fun things about babies getting older.
Like facing forward in the car seat. 🙂