On Friday, I took Maureen to the doctor again because her eye with the blocked tear duct is badly infected. She has a new eyedrop, and this one had better work, because it cost 35 dollars for a tiny bottle and that's with insurance.
She has only gained 6 ounces since her last visit and she's taking a nose dive on the growth chart. It's pretty much what Johnny did. He was about 25th percentile until 6 months, at which point he slowed down weight wise, fell off the chart for awhile, then has remained firmly at 5th percentile since then.
Maureen will be 9 months old on Wednesday and she weighs 15 pounds 14 ounces.Her doctor said if she were a formula fed baby she would need at least 24 ounces of formula a day, and I know she's not getting that much between what we've been supplementing and from me, so the time has come to wean.
Before bed last night, instead of nursing her, I put her in her chair and gave her a cup, then fed her some cereal mixed with formula. This morning she went into her chair and had a cup and some more cereal with formula and fruit.
I haven't nursed her in about 36 hours and I am not engorged or uncomfortable at all, so I guess my milk is pretty much gone. I can express a couple of drops and that is it.
I wish I had known yesterday would be the last time I would breastfeed her because I would have paid more attention. She doesn't seem to care, but I am very very sad. I know I'll be fine in a little while, and it will be nice to be able to eat what I want and wear what I want, and maybe now I'll be able to lose some weight, but it's one of those bittersweet moments when I know my baby won't be a baby for much longer.