Biet got to spend the entire weekend at her Mama's side (or rather, on her Mama's hip) this week. Since my work week is usually friday-tuesday, this was quite a nice change of pace for both of us. We had breakfast (+lunch +snacks +dinner) together every day at the table, threw spontaneous living room dance parties in our socks and undies after bath time, and walked for hours around Brooklyn in the lovely tepid winter sunshine. One thing we didn't do, however, was nurse.
It hurt my heart a little bit each time Biet's gaze lowered to my shirt and her tiny hands reached out, determined to figure out how to open the zipper of my hoodie (a zipped up hoodie was worn throughout the whole weekend as part of my nursing-layup uniform), but it was necessary. For my long weekend at home was not a President's Day treat, but due to an excrutiating and unexpected infection; an infection which required a myriad of antibiotics and painkillers- drugs which, we decided, we'd rather not pass into our baby's pure little body.
It was not an easy decision to make- abruptly (and temporarily) weaning Biet. We have been blessed with a near-perfect breastfeeding relationship since day one, and the thought of doing anything other than child-led weaning (most likely not for at least another year or two) had never entered my mind. I do have a heaviness in my heart about putting Biet through this, but the risks of passing harsh and untested drugs on to our developing infant changed our plans a bit, and so here we are: whipping up "solid" meals though out the day for our hungry little daughter, bottle-feeding at nap time & bedtime, and keeping her occupied during the day with games and excursions and Nico-time. And the fully zipped hoodie (layered over an impenetrable shirt).
Luckily, Biet is a champion when it comes to eating. You name it, we blend it, she eats it. Fruits, veggies, grains (we make our own baby cereal from raw oats and turn brown rice into flour to add to beans for her), nuts and seeds (no allergies issues whatsoever so far), leafy greens, goat milk (the closest in nature to human milk), legumes, soups, whole-grain pastas, gnocchi (her newest favorite).. she is fast developing an experienced palate. I love seeing her face light up with surprise and enjoyment when she tastes that first spoonful of something new. So far, the only food that received a disapproving sour face was, surprisingly, sweet potatoes. Funny girl.
I'm looking forward to next week when I am healed and Biet and I can happily resume nursing. I still fully intend to accomplish long-term breastfeeding, for both of us. Until then, though, I'll just keep busily pumping away to keep my supply up, creating amazing baby cuisine in the kitchen, and loving on Biet with all the milk-free snuggling that I got.
*Our highchair is the Tripp Trapp by Stokke, a gift from Gaby's cousin. We really love it & I would highly recommend it!