Clementine has been a great eater for a long long time. Around 6 months, we introduced baby food to her repertoire (remember these pictures?)


and at 9 months we started introducing "big girl food" i.e. lots of pasta, cheese, tortilas, little bits of chicken, peaches, pears, apples, peas, cheerios, waffles, cooked carrots, etc. She loves it all!
But there is one thing that she has not been loving of late. Nursing. Several weeks ago, Clementine made it clear that this nursing business was really for my benefit. She would sigh and grudgingly latch on but these sessions were very short--she certainly wasn't getting her fill! I have tried everything I could to make nursing a routine we could carry on for a few more months. Clem wasn't having it though. She whittled the nursing sessions down to twice a day on her own; one nurse in the morning, the other right before bed. This worked for me and seemed like a good compromise. But then without telling me, she started refusing breast before bed. She wanted a delicious 8 oz. bottle instead.
"Ok," I thought. "I still have that morning nurse to look forward to."
But then last week I realized what was really going on. I was holding Clementine in an anaconda grip at 5:45 am trying to convince her to latch on. She was much more interested in the squirrel outside and what Jack was doing, pulling my hair and watching Cam typing an email to a coworker. She was literally spinning in circles trying to get out of my arms and put down on the floor. This was making for a frustrating morning. On top of this, I was feeling sick but refusing to take the decongestants, cough syrups and throat sprays because I wanted to keep nursing.
I did finally get her to latch on but I knew this was it: our very last nurse together. It was a very bittersweet moment knowing that Clementine has become so independent and our fears of nutritional deficiency can be put to rest (seriously, all this girl has apparently needed in her life was some carbs. She has certainly filled out lately!). At the same time I am so sad to close the book on this time of our lives together. There is nothing more beautiful than looking down to see my girl dozing off in my arms or more tender than a newly awake Clementine waving to me as she nursed.
Our road to nursing was bumpy to say the least (if you saw us the first week we brought Clementine home, I'm sure you can remember the syringe/finger feeding we had to do) and I feel so fortunate to have been able to breastfeed for 10+ months. The consultants at Evergreen were so helpful as we got started on nursing.
Now it is official: Clementine is weaned. She is busy eating other foods, taking bottles and sippy cups and bulking up on carbs.