ChiKat

I started work again and it has been going well. It's good to get away for a few hours and focus on writing. Plus, the luxury of knowing that my boy is with my mom is so awesome.

My son has started eating solid foods, which means that he is nursing less. This is a huge freedom for me. Now, when he starts crying uncontrollably, green beans can calm him down almost as much as I can. I'm no longer tethered to him. Which makes me feel a teeny bit sad. That's female hormones for you. I spent six months complaining about nursing, and now that it is slowing down, I'm complaining about *not nursing*. Even I get exasperated with the way my brain works sometimes.

I find it interesting that in the 1970's, it was a luxury to be able to give your baby formula. Now, it's a luxury to be able to stay home and nurse, or buy the expensive pump so you can go back to work and still provide breast milk.

People often say nursing is so much cheaper, but that is only if you don't value the time it takes the mother to be available to the baby. I feel so lucky that I'm able to be home with my son, that I can nurse him when he needs to be nursed. That I can play the day away with him.

But it's good to get away those few hours each week. I just have to make sure that when I'm in a meeting, and someone gets upset, I don't start singing "Baby Beluga".