Watch out!

At the moment Davy is shaking his sippy cup full of water over my faux leather couch, I am having trouble finding the will to care right now because he is also happily babbling to himself and not screaming or crying. Both he and I have been having quite a day. As far as I can tell he has molars coming in and is rather cranky because of it. I gave him some painkiller when we got home from church and that seems to be making things better. My excuse...well I am pregnant and I started back on the progesterone shots today. I don't much like the pain of the shot, or the emotional wreck I become, but it is better than the dizziness of the pills. Today I have been very anti-social and have had a very short fuse. Thankfully, or maybe not so much for him, I have only blown up at Kevin today. Which means that I haven't ruined any relationships with people at church. And Kevin understands that pregnancy sometimes makes me a raging hormonal nightmare. He really is very understanding of all my moods and tempers. I really do applaud him for it. Anyway, together Davy and I are just a lovely little couple of crankybutts. Thankfully we can pretty much hole up at home and ignore the world. Davy is now spitting on the couch. I will probably go over in a bit and wipe it all off, but for now I will just enjoy the peace.

The end of the beginning

So Saturday I made a decision, I decided to stop breastfeeding. It was a difficult choice for me, but as Kevin and my mom pointed out, it is not like I am giving up. I breastfed him for almost a year, through quite a few really tough breastfeeding trials. I was put in the hospital twice, I had a breast infection, I was put on medication where I had to pump and dump for two weeks, Davy went on a nursing strike, not to mention the pain that comes with breastfeeding. It has been a tough nine months, but I made it through them. And besides, Davy has basically weaned himself off. Over the last few weeks Davy was less and less interested in nursing during the day and more interested in the bottle. It got to the point where I was only nursing him at night when he woke up. Then on Friday night I went to nurse him at Midnight, he would have none of it. He nursed and then screamed, nursed and then screamed, rinse and repeat about ten times and I finally had enough and got the bottle. He drank the bottle and then went to sleep. It was about 2 am at that point. So Saturday morning I decided that we were finally done. He was no longer really interested in nursing anymore, not during the day or at night. So the breastfeeding days were over.

I kind of miss it though now that the choice is made. Breastfeeding was a bonding time for Davy and me, both of us snuggled up cozy and warm on the rocking chair, both slightly dozing. But all things have to come to an end sometime.

Turns out it was really good timing, today while playing with Davy I felt the beginnings of his first tooth. And considering that teeth were a really big fear of mine in regard to nursing I am glad that we are done. Soon his little toother will pop all the way out and we will move on to a new phase in his life.