Wistful. Melancholy. Proud. Satisfied.
Toby is done breastfeeding. I once wondered how long he’d wake every night (19 months). I once joked that he’d breastfeed the night before kindergarten. He was my first to take a full feeding at the breast (and promptly sleep in the most epic milk coma I’ve witnessed) in NICU and my most consistent and efficient breastfeeding buddy.
Eleanor is still hanging on, breastfeeding one or two times a week. When she asked to nurse yesterday, Toby did, too.
It’s been three weeks, give or take, since he’d last asked. I hadn’t given up on him since Callista took a one-month break before her last nursing session. I thought we had another unscheduled date (and we still might, as Callista’s last time was during illness – she’d lost her latch skills but remembered when she was desperate). I don’t remember my last breastfeeding moment with Toby.
He tried to latch yesterday. He couldn’t figure out how. He whimpered and was frustrated and sad, tried a few more times then gave up.
“Please have snack?”
I readjusted us all (Eleanor had finished, so he didn’t need to try tandem nursing) and asked if he wanted to try again.
“No. Please have snack?”
And that was that.
(Toby stopped breastfeeding between 32 and 33 months of age and somewhere between 30 and 31 months actually breastfeeding, time adjusted due to prematurity.)
First dermabond is a baby book milestone, right? Toby is a tough guy. Minimal tears!
I'm starting book 67 of 2013, a book recommended by NPR. (I'm short on my 75-book goal. I don't count rereads toward my annual total, but for quantity's sake, I just might break my rule. Cheating? Maybe.)
They get first dibs. #triplets
I had to return 2 library books & accidentally left with another #LibraryHaul to go with the one at home. Oops. Can we say, "addicted?" ❤️
First movie theater experience: check plus plus plus!
Tea, obviously. (I meandered into World Market on Black Friday & ended up being one of the first 100 shoppers. Free mug, huzzah!)
"Come sit on my lap, Buddy!" #triplets #BFF
Real life. My amazing juggling act falters when I'm called to cuddle my sick babies. 2/3 are on the mend, but they're flanking me while I hold the third in my lap. Spot the piles of clean laundry! The forgotten toys! The stalled ornament hanging! The tote
They're impressed with the tree lights. ✨
I found the big-kid ragamuffins wandering the Christmas tree lot, thought they'd look cute in a photo. #latergram #triplets
I might give him a hard time for his Monica Geller approach to life (rubber gloves & perfectly positioned chairs), but Rob does a great job rigging up these lights. I just wonder how creative his swears will be this year.
Jammies, juice, popcorn & movie. Welcome to our weekend. Not pictured: frequent coloring breaks, fevers, occasional vomit & countless boogie wipes.
Before I take my sick self to bed, I have to share the pretty custom necklace I ordered from @meganluvsjewels! Ruby for me, aquamarine for Rob, & citrine for ETC. Merry Christmas to meeeee! #smallbusinesssaturday #smallbizsaturday
They always play like this. #liesalllies #triplets
This magic moment #triplets
I first held Eleanor 3 years ago today. Maybe I shouldn't continue writing about things that happened 3 years ago, but ETC's birthday & #PrematurityAwarenessMonth always make November a month of reflection for me. And to be honest, I still feel the effect
As a kid who sucked her thumb entirely too long, I find Callista's bed-only thumb-sucking habit encouraging. That doesn't mean I don't feel the warm fuzzies when she sneaks in a fix in my view when tired or sick, like today. A mild cold, a sleepy day, a c
"Everybody say, 'Cookies!'" #triplets