Sorry for the recent blog silence. I was at a conference in Massachusetts the end of last week, and then recovering from the conference. It was actually a good trip, but one of those deals where I kept forgetting that it was coming up, at it kind of caught me by surprise. In any case, it all worked out fine, and I had a lovely time except for losing my voice. It’s mostly back, but I still have a definite sultry timbre to my voice, which I would keep, if that were possible.
Before I left for the conference, Zoe had still been nursing once a day in the mornings. Since being back, she hasn’t asked to nurse at all. Tomorrow morning will be a full week since our last nursing session, so I guess that means she’s weaned. It’s a bittersweet milestone. My breasts still ache a bit, and my heart aches a bit, too. And honestly, I miss the excuse to curl up with Zoe for the early morning nursing before having to face the world. But I know, rationally, that she’s growing up, and I had been working towards weaning her, so I’m pleased that it went as easily as it did. And in some ways, it’s nice to know that we still have a good relationship without the nursing. There were times when I questioned how much Zoe really liked me, and how much she just really liked the easy access to my milk. But it turns out that she’s still just as happy to see me in the mornings, even if the morning wake up doesn’t come with a drink anymore.
I have a bunch of other posts that I’m working on, but I feel like I’ve hit a patch of writers’ block or something.