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Yesterday was an emotional day.  Monday wasn't much better, either.

It started last weekend when Coen wasn't interested in nursing during the day or take a bottle.  From there, I went to work on Monday and attempted to still pump... only to get 1 ounce between both of them in 20 minutes of pumping.  Then Tuesday came and 1 ounce was what showed up on Tuesday too... So then I made the decision that it was time to hang up pumping.

Am I don't nursing then?  NO.

I'm still nursing Coen at 4:30am and at 7am, but that's about it.  It's interesting how Coen really doesn't have much interest in a bottle at all anymore.  I know that the goal is to get him weaned from a bottle at 1 year old, but he's already more interested in eating food than drinking a bottle.  Some days are different than others, but for the most part yogurt wins over formula.

So, yes.  I'm done pumping, for now.  But I'm still nursing Coen and for that I'm completely thankful.

Side note.  I delivered Coen at 40 weeks and 6 days and today, Coen is 40 weeks old and 6 days old.  What a joy this little boys is and even though we waited 5 years for his arrival, we are so glad he's here with us.


mommy baum said…
what an emotional time! so glad that he is still nursing at least some....i remember when my 10 month just stopped very suddenly, and i was a basket case. i had thought we would wean gradually, and he just decided he was DONE. each child is so different, and i hope that however it all works for you will be just perfect for your family. ;) coen is a doll!
Allison said…
You're done great to make it this far, mommy! ((HUGS))
Erin Reissig said…
Aw! you made it really far! He's growing up so fast!

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