We’re finally back home and I’m taking a break from all the holiday posts to say that 10 days without my baby Finn is far, far too long.
We got back at about 9 last night and I immediately broke my first cardinal rule of never waking a sleeping baby because I couldn’t bear another moment of not holding him. He was tired and a little grouchy but he rubbed his eyes and looked at me with sleepy recognition like he couldn’t believe I was home. And my heart just exploded all over the living room as we all assaulted him with a million kisses.
Full on baby Finn mania.
Seriously, it was tougher than I expected. By day 7 or 8, I was totally baby crazy. I was like a druggie on withdrawal and my daily fix was four thousand miles away. Every single baby I saw reminded me of Finn Finn and I was turning into the creepy lady who stared too long at other people’s babies. Then after a while, even random dolls started looking like Finn. I could feel my creepiness level maxing out every time I stepped into a toy store because I would hang around at the doll section making googly eyes at all the asian dolls.
Like I saw this doll and almost bought it because it looks *exactly* like Finn but I didn’t because the husband said it was totally creepy and also, it was $69.95.
In other news, after 10 days of not having access to my boobs, baby Finn is now completely weaned. I brought my pump along to keep up the supply just in case and last night after I got back, I tried offering him his favorite boob but he made a face and spat it right out. Then I offered him the other one and he pushed it away with his hand.
So that’s it. The end of my breastfeeding journey.
I might have cried a little (ok, a lot), but I guess it just means my baby is growing up and I have to let him. I didn’t think I’d feel this way but I’m really going to miss it.