We’re in the middle of a long distance move, so things in our house are rather chaotic. The things that stay as “same” as possible have to do with Miss P’s schedule.
I completely forgot about the time change in all of the madness, so we didn’t get a chance to ease her into it. She has handled it pretty well. I haven’t.
This morning we were preparing for the usual library story time (our last one in Louisiana) and I was running a little late. I went back to my room in my pajamas and came back to the living room carrying the clothing I planned to wear for the day. This was so I wouldn’t be out of the room for very long.
Miss P oohed and aahed and exclaimed “BEE!” because I wasn’t wearing a top. I glanced at the clock – there was time for a quick nursing session before we needed to leave. She eagerly climbed up in my lap on the recliner and I leaned back, and… she took my shirt off the end table and draped it over my chest.
“No?” I asked.
“No, no,” she intoned.
I lifted the shirt up. “Boobie?”
She pulled the shirt back down and slid off my lap.
I felt a lump of fear in my throat. Are we done? Just like that? The unremarkable morning nursing session where I wasn’t really paying attention was going to be the last nursing session? Really?
I got dressed, trying not to think about it. I fought back tears all morning.
When we got home from library and errands Miss P matter-of-factly went to the door of the spare bedroom and pounded on it. This is where we go for naptime. I put her up on the bed and pulled up my shirt and she nursed to sleep.
I guess we’re not quite done yet.