Our sweet Luca-bear turned two today.
Did I mention he was a ‘surprise’ baby?
After almost 5 years of ‘not really trying but not really preventing’ and three miscarriages, we had pretty much resigned ourselves to the fact that we would only have one child.
People would ask if we were going to have more kids all the time. What can you say to those nosy people? Laugh it off? Say you only wanted one (but wouldn’t mind another). Or maybe, ‘Oh, sure thing. Just getting over another pesky miscarriage then we’ll keep at it!’
To say that I was shocked when I found out would be an understatement. I was in denial. I mean, the Husband was the one who noticed the difference in me and my lack of a cycle (even though I’ve never really been regular). He was the one who suggested I take a pregnancy test.
Side note : He did the same when I was pregnant with C. And again when I was pregnant with O. I swear he knows my body better than I do, ha.
We were so excited to learn we’d have another little monster to love. My pregnancy with L was quite different from C’s. I was way more nauseous in the beginning. Then developed GD which royally sucked all the fun out of it at first but, in the end, it was a good thing. It was the push I needed to turn things around and develop better habits for myself and him.
Thankfully, my GD was easily diet controlled and it felt like a strange science experiment every time I had to prick my fingers (4x a day). I kicked GD’s ass and felt amazing the rest of my pregnancy.
My labor and delivery with L was incredibly convenient (delivered on a Saturday evening) and easy (three pushes!). L breastfed like a champ and we both thrived.
Then at 7 months, after a scary ER trip, we learned he was allergic to pretty much everything (wheat, peanuts, soy, milk, eggs). It was an eye opener. Since I was exclusively breastfeeding him (and determined not to stop), I had to make drastic changes to my eating habits. I changed to an allergy-free diet. Paleo without the eggs, milk/cheese. It was difficult but, necessary.
Now, at two years, I’m proud to say I’m still breastfeeding. My original goal was 6 months, then it became 1 year, then 18 months. Two years of breastfeeding on demand (I never used bottles or pacifiers, and hardly pump because I find it more inconvenient than helpful) is equal parts exhausting and empowering. Sure there are days when I feel touched out and moody AF but, the moment passes as quickly as it comes. I am truly amazed at what my body – women’s bodies – can do.
Having achieved my 2 year goal the question now is, when will I wean him? Honestly, I don’t know the answer to that. I feel it would be best if L self-weaned. As it is, he can go the whole day without nursing if needed. He nurses to sleep (daily nap and at bedtime) usually and I think, eventually, he’ll drop both when he’s ready.
My little L isn’t so little any more and it has been so fun to watch him grow. He’s every bit a curious toddler and well into his “terrible twos”. He will be the one to keep the Husband and I on our toes.