Weanie

So I weaned Libby (or I should say, I finally gave in to Libby weaning herself, which had been happening since, oh, birth). She had been eating less and less on the boob and more and more on the bottle, so it was inevitable. Once we'd started solids, though, it was all over. She just would not let me force her little head down anymore, and I got tired of the battle.

I'm grateful that we had a tiny little window there where everything seemed to go well for us. She was off the nipple shield and seemed to be eating decently well (although we always had to supplement with a bottle). When it went well, I could not have loved it more. I would have kept going forever if she'd let me! Now that I know what I'm doing a little more, I'm hoping I'll have more breastfeeding success with the next kid.

I was doing fine with the decision until about a week ago when I suddenly got a little emotional about it. To make matters worse, in true Libby contrarian fashion, she now has started nestling in boobward when she needs comfort just before going to sleep. Ooohhh, Lib. She misses her world's largest pacifier.

As you can see, though, the weaning has left her no worse for wear:


Thanks to Aunt Kim for the sunglasses. Kim's been waiting (im)patiently for a picture of Libby in them. We took a walk yesterday, and Libby's cool shades (and her adorableness, of course) drew many smiles and comments.