Another last.

This weekend I went shopping with my sister, after the cookout Sunday. I spent lots of money and had a great time, just me and her, sans kids. That meant I wasn't here to nurse Sophie when it was time to put her to bed. I still had a couple of bags of milk in the freezer that I had pumped when she was just three or four months old, so yeah, it probably was too old for her to drink, but I told Chris to thaw it out anyhow and give it to her.

Before you go thinking how awful that was, let me tell you something - every drop of that milk is more precious than gold because I don't pump well and it not only took forever to get that three ounces, it was a bit painful as well. I pumped a few bags when she was younger so that Chris could get up with her at night sometimes. Well, he never got up with her, so I've been trying to use it up in her sippy at times like this.

She drank most of it, he said, then she slept all night. SIDE NOTE: I forgot to mention this! SOPHIE IS SLEEPING ALL NIGHT LONG NOW!!!! Miracle of miracles.

Anyhow, since she didn't get up before I went to bed, I didn't nurse her last night. So I made the difficult (for me) decision to cut out the bedtime nursing session. We're now down to two - first thing of a morning, and around 3 or 4 in the afternoon, after her second nap.

Tonight I had Chris thaw out another bag of milk to once again give her in her sippy before bed. I told him we'd give her sippies at bedtime till I was out of frozen milk, then that was that.

Then he told me that was the last one. That's it. All gone. To make me feel even worse, she wouldn't even drink any of it. Maybe it was too old, maybe she was just too tired.

So I poured that liquid gold down the drain, watching it swirl away just like Sophie's babyhood.

Then I rinsed out her sippy cup and put it in the dishwasher.