"To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heavens." Ecclesiastes 3:1

Saturday, September 27, 2014

Never Say Never

My sweet baby recently learned to ask politely if he wants to nurse. He will climb on my lap and say, "Nurse, please?" 

When he remembers to be polite, it's a huge improvement from the shirt pulling, demanding little monkey that used to whine his way into getting his favorite snack. 

And then, just when I thought his cute meter was already off of the charts, I sneezed while nursing him this morning, and he stopped just long enough to say, "God bless you!

So. Freaking. Cute.

When I first decided to nurse my kids, I never, ever planned on nursing this long. Before I had my first baby, I didn't have the opportunity to be around other babies and toddlers very often. Most of my friends weren't even married, much less having kids.

Honestly, the first few times I saw someone nursing a baby past age one, I found it to be a little odd. A walking, talking kid still nursing?! I always thought the boob (and/or bottle) got taken away when the baby turned one. I certainly didn't think it was a bad thing; it was just...strange.

Well, with the company of many other parents, my motto has slowly become...


When my baby hit her first birthday, she wasn't ready to wean. I didn't have any reason to force the issue, so I didn't push it. It suddenly didn't feel weird to have a walking, talking baby still nursing. To me, it felt normal. Just because she was starting to walk and talk didn't magically turn my baby into a grown up!  She was still my baby, and she still needed to nurse.

It's funny how things can suddenly seem so different when you see them from a new perspective.

I also used to be one of those parents that said I'd never let a baby sleep in my bed.  Well, I made it through three kids on that plan, but by number four, we needed a new plan.  I caved when he was around 18 months old. He had been sick for 3 months straight, and I was tired! One night, I decided to bring him in our bed so I could nurse him while I snoozed, and we both slept so much better!  He's obviously gotten better since then, but he still loves to come into our bed. (He always starts off in his own room, so I still get some kid free time at the end of the day, thank God!)
So for now, especially since it might be a while before we have another baby (At least 9 months! Ha!), I'm enjoying his sweet snuggles in all the ways that he likes to give them, and I'm leaving my "nevers" for things that really matter. 

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