One year ago I was on my way up north with a newborn baby. I was trying to figure out how the heck to nurse her. I was wondering if I would make it to her two month old birthday. I was heading to Colfax to be home for Christmas…a place I have been every Christmas of my life so far.
This year though is different. Not bad, just really different. One year later, I think my body has decided it’s time to stop nursing…but I’m not really sure I’m ready. I’m not really sure that Addy’s ready either but something tells me neither of us have a choice in the matter. On top of that, for the first time in my 28 years of life, I won’t be waking up in my childhood home on Christmas morning.
It actually makes me tear up a little as silly as that may sound. I never thought I would enjoy nursing my baby and honestly I’m gonna miss it. And there is a reason so many people sing “I’ll be home for Christmas.” Let me tell you, if I could figure out a way to get up there Christmas Eve…I’d be there.
Yeah yeah, I know we will be there on the 26th or 27th. And I have a beautiful healthy 13 month old that is ready to become a little girl. And tomorrow afternoon we will become the parents of three more girls for what we hope will be forever. And come to think of it, there will be many more Christmas to be home for.
But it’s sure a lot of changes all at one.