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    The haircut stand-off

    November 18th, 2009

    G needs a hair cut.

    This is my opinion anyway. S, unfortunately, is not in agreement. While our little guy is as cute as can be, he’s growing a baby mullet on the back of his head. I’m ready for his locks to be trimmed, but S isn’t and until he gives the final OK, I’m patiently waiting.

    For S, it comes down to a control thing: having no hair of his own to manipulate, he’s chosen G’s locks to control. I think my husband is damn hot in how he looks, but if he needs a head of hair to feel in charge of, fine!

    I am, however, not taking this battle sitting down. My weaponry of choice? Hair clips! That’s right. Hair clips! If G’ll have the long girlie strands, I’ll take the girlie approach to hair management. I was a little saddened when the tech at our big u/s announced we were having a boy, ONLY in that I would never get to braid his hair, but hey, turns out I had nothing to feel saddened over. I’m on my way to getting my braiding dream. Here’s G sporting one of my clips to school today.

    Doesn’t he look pretty (pardon the yogurt all over his mouth)? Where I put one on, S takes it off behind my back. It’s a passive aggressive battle, but kind of fun. (Little does S know I’ve got only about 2 dozen floating around the house and and least 4 in my purse.)

    I am also not above the pink-bow head-bands (anyone got one they can lend me?) or doing pig and pony tails.

    S, can I win yet? Please????


    The end of nursing: it’s time

    November 18th, 2009

    This morning marked the end of my nursing relationship with G. As much as a part of me wishes we can go on, it’s our time. My body is continuing to decrease the amount of milk I’m producing (and my current period sure isn’t helping that any) to a point where he’s really not getting anything out of me. I produced a whole whopping 2 ounces in the span of 6 hours yesterday, so I know that our morning and evening nursing sessions are now more of a routine than a nutritional experience.

    I’m a bit sad, but also content. I started off this experience worried that I wouldn’t be able to breastfeed at all; then hoping I could make it to 6 months, and then a year. Well at 14.5 months, I’ve accomplished my goal and thrilled to know that I could battle a family history of, as well as my own body’s poor supply and win. I have no regrets of what it took to get here. The Fenugreek that made me smell like maple syrup, the Reglan, the Domperidone, the lactation cookies, the obscene amounts of water I’ve been drinking daily? They were all worth it.

    I will miss my morning/evening snuggles with my boy, but I’ll tell you what I’m looking forward to:

    1. Going back to regular bras. There’s a few lacy numbers S and I need to get re-acquainted with.
    2. Sleeping in on the week-ends. Yeah, now S will be just as capable of getting up at 6 am on a Saturday and get G his breakfast. Oh, week-end sleep-in, how have I missed thee!
    3. Not having to take a pump to/from work each day. Each morning, packing up my car for the day, between my bags and G’s bags, you’d swear I’m moving out or something.
    4. Getting out of the house faster in the morning. It takes me 20 minutes to nurse. In contrast, G can suck down a bottle in about 5 minutes. Have you any idea what I can do with those extra 15 minutes?
      1. Sleep, for starters. I can snooze my alarm. Twice!!!
      2. Shower. Oh, morning shower, I’ve missed thee too!
    5. Reclaiming my freezer space (we’ve had to result to a second freezer, borrowed from our neighbor, to store the overflow of frozen milk)

    So there it is. The end. It’s bittersweet.

    P.S. The water thing though… I’m kind of addicted, so I think I’ll continue drinking it as I have.