Seth choked on a piece of pear tonight when I was feeding him dinner. It happened so fast, one minute he was munching away and the next he stiffened up and put his arms out with this really panicked look on his face. It's amazing how calm I was and how many thoughts went through my head in that split second. I knew I was supposed to get him face down but I thought it would take too long to unstrap him from the high chair. So I just leaned him forward a bit, whacked him hard on the back, and *pop* it flew out of his mouth just like in the movies. Poor little guy, I think it scared him more than it scared me. Anyway, it was a good reminder to keep a closer eye on the size of his finger food, I was getting a bit nonchalant.
Speaking of food, T minus 8 days until Seth's first birthday, which means I'm counting down the days until I can put away all nursing bras and breast pump paraphernalia. It is sooo bittersweet. I'm looking forward to retiring as a milk producer and dreading it at the same time. It's the one thing I can do that no one else can. But I think we're both ready to put the nursing days behind us. Every day it gets harder to get him to settle in and eat if he's awake at all. Basically the only time I can get a concentrated effort out of him is if I pick him up from a dead sleep, and why on earth would I do that? So it's time.
I feel bad that my blog has been so neglected lately. Maybe this spring after things at work calm down I'll be able to get caught up... ;)
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