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.
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I wanted to wean Collin at 12 months but it took me until he was 14 months to actually do it. He was more than ready and could have really cared less but I wasn't ready to give up that time together. It was something that just the two of us shared and it is sad when that time is over. And by that time, I was only feeding him in the morning and before he went to bed because he was well into solids by then. Why are these things so much harder on us than on them? The first day I took Collin to daycare, I sobbed the whole way to work (and I mean sobbed!). Collin was fine the whole day long and barely seemed to miss me. It got easier once I realized he was happy and in good hands. I'm hoping I won't sob so hard when I drop Nick off for the first time in 2 weeks.
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