so yes internet. i confess i was wrong about mrs. meyer's twilight. it is quite enjoyable!

anyway, as you know, spencer has been sick. he finally had a well baby check up this week. he still has an ear infection and his teeth are stuck and don't want to pop through. AND as i already new going into the appointment, he isn't gaining weight. in fact, he hasn't gained ANY weight since he was six months. that's 2 1/2 months worth of weight not gained- almost 2 pounds more should have been the minimum.
over the last few weeks i have felt pretty strongly that it was time to ween him. i could tell from how his clothes fit that he wasn't gaining weight. (for those that don't know, we had the same problem with jared, though it was between 4-6 months, and he lost a lot of weight. i was starving the poor kid.) anyway, i could tell that we were getting to that point again, but i kept telling myself that really i was just being selfish 'cause i secretly really was just done nursing. i want my body back. i want to not be afraid to leave him for longer periods of time. i want, i want i want. i know, it's kind of selfish. but really, i just was done.
so when we went into the doctor's and they weighed him, and i saw the number, i new it was time. at first the doctor didn't think it was a big deal. he said that really, 18.5 pounds at 8 1/2 months is average. i know, i told him, but he has been there for 2 months. then he started to examine spencer and noticed the skin around his neck and shoulders. i guess it is pulled in such a way that made the doc take a second, third, fourth look. he told me that his skin didn't look normal there. it looked like a person who has lost weight. so it was decided that yes, indeed it was time to ween him- as soon as we could. even though he eats well, he obviously isn't getting enough calories.
In all honesty i was a bit too happy. all i needed was someone else to tell me i wasn't just being selfish and i should do it. i got what i wanted.
but here is my confession to my son: i cried myself to sleep that first night because i was so devastated that you weren't going to need ME first thing in the morning. at first i thought i was crying because it had been such a frustrating day. you screamed and spit and pushed that bottle away like we were trying to poison you. you REFUSED formula. it wasn't until the 4th kind that you finally decided it was one you could handle. THANK YOU NESTLE! i new i really liked your chocolate for a reason!
and then i realized really why i was crying- my favorite part of nursing. that first 6:30 am feeding where i would get you and pull you into bed with me and we would lay down and snuggle. every morning with out fail it would remind me of you as a newborn, sharing my bed with me because your dad was gone. having you there all snuggled close helped fill such a hole of loneliness. and each morning as i nursed you i was reminded of how gratelful i was to have you when i did. that really it wasn't such a burden to have you all alone because you (and your brother of course) were the ones that kept me sane- and busy and tired and happy and sad. you kept my life going when it was the hardest. and now i don't get to have that experience anymore. and i still want to cry thinking about it.
but i get to watch you grow. you are one independent little man. you won't even let me hold your bottle for you! you are trying so hard to crawl, it's so fun to watch. and you are clapping your hands in the cutest way. i just have to keep reminding myself of all the joys to come as you continue to grow!
