After today Alexander will have gone without momma's milk for a full week. Some
days moments are easier than others. This morning he woke up begging for milk and he howled down the moon when I told him there was no milk left for him (there is, but somehow we've reached the point of no return...after he willingly skipped nursing on Friday (didn't ask a single time) and then went the weekend with a lot of help from Daddy (the king of distraction) and suddenly here we are...).
It was a rough start to our day, but we got through it.
He had waffles and oatmeal for breakfast (anything you want, kid).
Yesterday afternoon when it was far too late to take a nap, he came to me and begged for snuggles.
"I want a nap," he said and even though it was far too late for such a thing I told him we could lie down together for a few minutes before dinner (I wasn't feeling well, anyway).
"But you can't have any milk," I told him (he has never taken a nap without nursing, which means he hasn't taken a nap this entire week (so it's been a long week)).
"I don't want milk," he said. "I just want you."
He nestled in for some snuggles and soon fell fast asleep.
And I think he's going to be okay. I think we're going to be okay.