Random reflections on the summer...
Well, it's been another few months since I've written, but I knew I was going to be a very sporadic blogger from the day I started, so no surprise there. Summer 2014 has come and gone, and with it came a lot of great memories and milestones, as well as some tough times.
When it comes to weaning, this summer was not easy for me. Between Ainsley's incoming molars and trying to cut out feedings, I ended up with mastitis twice in one month. I was an emotional wreck probably due to the combination of being in pain and not being ready to give up the good parts about nursing. I did however, after what seemed like an eternity, successfully make my way from breastfeeding a baby to breastfeeding a toddler and am now down to nursing her just twice a day. Maybe next month we will tackle going down to once a day. I'm comfortable with the way things are now, but I also live in fear as more and more of her teeth make their way through. The first 8 weren't bad, but because the molars take so long, she nurses differently and causes lots of lovely clogged ducts.
Other than that, July was a very exciting month! We watched Ainsley take her first steps three weeks after her birthday at one of the free outdoor concerts at the Wadworth Mansion. Progressively each week she got faster and stronger on her feet. She's still my little miss cautious, but definitely faster and stronger. The summer ended with a fun ladies weekend in NH and now she is chatting/singing up a storm as we work our way into fall...
Things have been good with our family for the most part, but sadly, a few weeks ago my cousin's wife lost her brother to suicide. That's the second person I know who's taken their life in the past 2 years. The third if you count Robin Williams. It's terrible and has been on my mind a lot… just a hard thing to wrap my head around. I mean I know what it's like to be anxious and depressed, but never bad enough that I would entertain trading in the one chance I get here on this earth. I could go on and on, but I mostly just want to stress to my friends, family, and even those acquaintances who I've only come in contact with a handful of times, that you are LOVED. And while living may seem like the worst option, imagine watching everyone you love suffer for your loss. That has got to be horrible. It's one thing to endure pain myself, but I think watching so many others endure it would be far worse.
Ahhhggg, so that's what's been on my brain lately. Not the most pleasant of posts, but I had to get it off my chest. I just pray that this world becomes a better and more peaceful place to live in and life gets easier, not harder.
When it comes to weaning, this summer was not easy for me. Between Ainsley's incoming molars and trying to cut out feedings, I ended up with mastitis twice in one month. I was an emotional wreck probably due to the combination of being in pain and not being ready to give up the good parts about nursing. I did however, after what seemed like an eternity, successfully make my way from breastfeeding a baby to breastfeeding a toddler and am now down to nursing her just twice a day. Maybe next month we will tackle going down to once a day. I'm comfortable with the way things are now, but I also live in fear as more and more of her teeth make their way through. The first 8 weren't bad, but because the molars take so long, she nurses differently and causes lots of lovely clogged ducts.
Other than that, July was a very exciting month! We watched Ainsley take her first steps three weeks after her birthday at one of the free outdoor concerts at the Wadworth Mansion. Progressively each week she got faster and stronger on her feet. She's still my little miss cautious, but definitely faster and stronger. The summer ended with a fun ladies weekend in NH and now she is chatting/singing up a storm as we work our way into fall...
Things have been good with our family for the most part, but sadly, a few weeks ago my cousin's wife lost her brother to suicide. That's the second person I know who's taken their life in the past 2 years. The third if you count Robin Williams. It's terrible and has been on my mind a lot… just a hard thing to wrap my head around. I mean I know what it's like to be anxious and depressed, but never bad enough that I would entertain trading in the one chance I get here on this earth. I could go on and on, but I mostly just want to stress to my friends, family, and even those acquaintances who I've only come in contact with a handful of times, that you are LOVED. And while living may seem like the worst option, imagine watching everyone you love suffer for your loss. That has got to be horrible. It's one thing to endure pain myself, but I think watching so many others endure it would be far worse.
Ahhhggg, so that's what's been on my brain lately. Not the most pleasant of posts, but I had to get it off my chest. I just pray that this world becomes a better and more peaceful place to live in and life gets easier, not harder.
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