It is hard to believe that my youngest and last child is turning one today. It is a bittersweet feeling to be saying goodbye to infancy and hello to toddler hood.
With every child, time seems to pass even more quickly. I look at my girls and wonder how I lost them to "big-girlness". Wasn't it just a few years ago that Sarah was born...can she really be 8? Megan has morphed into a surly pre-schooler who has outgrown pre-school quickly. Little Emma, who was born the size of the other two at 2 months, is walking and finding her Independence.
Despite all the stresses of a newborn, it is one of the stages I love the most. I love being the provider of sustenance and comfort that only I can give her. The utter helplessness surrendered to total love and care.
We have partially weaned and I long for, yet dread, the end of breastfeeding. It is an amazing bond that is indescribable.
What an amazing year this has been. There were times when I thought I would lose my mind, yet I wouldn't change a thing. My dear sweet Emma, I love you more than words can say (however I will say that I love you more when you sleep through the night). Your sisters, even Megan, have embraced you and love you more and more each day. You have made our family complete and I love you, little love bug.
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Happy birthday, little one. It is so wonderfully, painfully hard to watch them grow. I stopped nursing at one year with both boys and the freedom is laced with regret.
Oh my! I know this feeling, except I can't believe my baby is 3-1/2. I keep thinking she reminds me so much of my oldest at that age. She's not a baby or even a toddler anymore. *sigh*. I nursed my last the longest...couldn't quite call it quits until 15/16 months.
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