Put a fork in me.

I'm done. I packed up the pump and put away the nursing bras. And ya know what, I am at peace with it. It was fun while it lasted, but it just wasn't working anymore. Claire has been totally bottle fed for about a week and a half. She is just TOO distracted to nurse. I've been pumping, but the supply was dwindling. Last week, I prayed that I might know if it was okay to stop, that I would be at peace. The next day, I produced next to nothing. I thought maybe it was a fluke, so I kept pumping. But after a few days of nothing or next to nothing, I knew it was an answer to my prayer. Grandma Sev might pray the dog away, but I prayed my milk away. But I really am ok with it. I'm happier not having to worry about whether or not she is going to get enough, about having to pump all the time, and wondering if I am eating something that is going to affect her badly. So it's good. Maybe we will have more luck with the next one.

In other baby eating news (is that really news?) Claire ate her first real bit of food today. I gave her some rice cereal since she is just so interested. She swallowed some, but spit most of it out, and gave me a funny look like "What is this on my tongue! It is so gross!!" I guess we will try again in a few days.

Also, I've been looking at my blog posts and facebook updates and tweets, and I realized something. I talk about baby a lot. Like that's all I ever talk about. Sorry if that bores you guys. I swear I have interests and activities not related to my baby, but I'm sure you don't want to hear about how I cleaned the house today, or didn't clean it as the case may be.