Seven Months
Ilse is now mostly weaned. About two or three weeks ago I noticed that she was mad after nursing, and she was also beginning to eat Jaeger-quantities of solid food. She absolutely refused bottles two months ago when I tried to supplement in order to try to get a full night’s sleep and the freedom to escape longer than three hours, but I tried it again, thinking she might not be getting what she needed anymore. Sure enough, she promptly sucked that bottle down with relish. I believe it was around this time that the boys stopped getting adequate nourishment as well, but they were supplemented at night already anyway, so it took me two months more to figure it out and wean them — and the fact that at 10 and 9 months they didn’t care about weaning and I didn’t feel any difference myself was what clued me in and made me more observant this time around. So, Ilse is still nursing once a day, but I think even that isn’t adding any nutrition already, so today was her first day with no nursing. She’s seven months, so I feel like I’ve been nursing plenty long and don’t feel sentimental about it at all. Actually, I feel more relief and freedom, but formula and bottles are certainly more hassle. I always dropped about 5 of my last 10 baby pounds after weaning, so here’s to crossed fingers and spinach salad.
Ilse is also moving. She’s not officially crawling, and she doesn’t like to roll, so it’s more of a half-scoot, half-crawl — like an inch-worm doing an army-crawl. I’ll have to try to get a video of it. :) It was Hans’ opening of his birthday-present Legos that gave Ilse the motivation to move. Oh, joy.
The last three days she’s been particularly clingy and cranky, and I’m guessing it’s teething.
She has also been sleeping through the night consistently all week and most nights for the last three weeks, so if life were normal I’d probably be feeling tip-top about now — but for the return of all-too-normal hormones, of course. :p
