Ezra is officially no longer nursing. At this point in my pregnancy with him (when Calvin was still nursing--and the same age as Ez is now), Calvin was persistent through the changes in pregnancy. There was NO way he was stopping. But with Ezra, it's been quite different, and the past few weeks he's been saying, "all gone" when he tries to nurse. And then he moves on. Miraculous. I'm thrilled that there will be a little break between nursing this one and the next...it's been over four years straight for me, and I'm happy to have even a tiny part of my body "back" for just a few months. Even though there is some sadness about it as well. I've got lots of reasons why Ez has weaned so much easier than Cal did--mostly having to do with emotional "stuffing" with nursing and things like that, but that's a whole other long subject. The point of this post is: now that Ez is not nursing, we need to figure out how to get him to sleep! For the past weeks, it's been a matter of lots of rocking, singing, stories, cuddles, some crying.....all of which usually culminates in Steve driving him to sleep, after complete frustration from both Steve and I.
Tonight, after a crazy, chaotic and highly sugared day (um, yeah...who started this damn tradition of giving small children CANDY in the MORNING???!! I swear it stops this year!!), we began the long process of bedtime. My body was exhausted, and my thoughts were with all the "other" things I needed and wanted to do after the boys fell asleep. So as I lay there with Ezra (after doing all the books, singing and stories I could muster), pretending to be asleep (that never works--who said that works?), he started on his never-gets-old game of "naming" things--one word at a time--a perfect way to practice all the talking he's bursted out with lately. So the monologue goes something like this:
"ZaZa head. Mama head. ZaZa Eye. Mama Eye. ZaZa shoulder. Mama shoulder. ZaZa Beard. Mama Beard. (SouleSpeak for "chin"..I don't really have a beard)." and through all the other many body parts he knows. And then on to clothes and other objects in the room, "pants. shirt. diaper. blanket. pillow. bed. light. window. curtain." And then he moved on to songs. "Mama mockingbird." and "California. Island. Forest. Desert." and "Rock. Baby." Next came a story, which sounded like this, "Happened? Lucy. Tree. Fall. Broke. Arm. Shirt. Owl Fix. Tape." He went on like this--a stream of words, for a half an hour. And then he suddenly stopped, opened my eye with his finger, got as close as he could to peek in, and said, "mama. looooove you."
Be still my beating heart.
Please help me to remember these moments forever.
(and yes, we ended up driving him to sleep. ;) )