Holy cow milk!

In just a few short days, Garrison will be drinking cow milk! No more bottles?? What ever will we do?! I can tell you one thing, we'll have A LOT more counter space. Those bottle drying racks have become a part of our kitchen decor and I will not be sad to see them go!

And although I'm ready for this next phase, it has been so nice to be able to breastfeed Garrison throughout most of his 1st year. (I recently stopped because the milk ran out!) I know not everyone has a positive experience with BFing, but I really loved it. Of course, in the beginning, there were definitely some rough moments, and the pumping was not what I would call fun either. And then there's trying to coordinate my schedule so that I could pump or BF every 3 hours. That is a challenge!!

It's a labor of love, but something that I am so glad that I did. The bonding I felt when feeding him was just wonderful. It was his little happy place where he felt safe and comforted and of course loved. And to know that I was providing him with the nurishment for what he needed was really amazing too.

I do have a funny BF story for ya though. So when Garrison was about 2 months I took him out to eat with some of my girlfriends. I was really hoping that he would sleep the whole time, but I knew that if he woke up he was going to be HUNGRY. Well about halfway through the meal, he wakes up and he's READY to eat and definitely letting me know it too. Lots of crying. In the MIDDLE of the restaurant. AWESOME. So I get out my hooter-hider and convince myself that I can feed this baby. IN PUBLIC. I get all situated, he's latched on, and we're doing good. Of course I'm sweating, nervous, and flustered, but that's besides the point.

Then, this guy at the table next to me, who I think may be the manager of the restaurant, tries to get my attention. "Ma'am, excuse me, ma'am?" And I'm thinking, OMG, he totally knows what I'm doing and he thinks it's inappropiate and he's going to ask me to stop. Jerk!
So I say "Yes?" And the guy asks me "Does it calms the baby when I put him under the blank?" And I'm thinking...is he trying to give me a hard time? Why can't he just leave me alone? So I tell him "Umm...I'm feeding him." Then the poor guy gets SOOO embarrassed turns away and apologizes. I told him it was fine and both tables had a really good laugh about it. So now my friends and I call my hooter-hider the "Magic Blanket." Works like a charm!