Last Wednesday was the last time I nursed Caleb. It was a slow transition from boob to bottle, and it took about 3 and 1/2 weeks to transition. There are a few principle factors that dictated the move from BFing to formula, but they're trivial and I needn't get into them here. Essentially, it was just time for our family. Anyhoo...as was the case when I made the same transition with Norah (albeit she was 8 months opposed to his 5 months...hope he doesn't miss out on Ivy League, world-saving opportunities because of the few month difference of boob-milk I denied him), I have been experiencing a post-weaning hormonal slump.
This coalesced with being sick over the weekend, and the combination was essentially the perfect storm. A shit storm of emotion, that is.
I was weepy as hell yesterday, and for those who know me, you know I'm not the sort to be weepy. But dammit, I was a crying sack of shit yesterday, and every little thing felt like the END of the world.
Thankfully, I went to bed last night at 7:30 pm (yes, you read that right: 7:30!) and slept until 5 am (as predicted, kiddos were up bright and early with the time change), and I felt worlds better today. Still, something was needed:
So, I didn't get a long one, but I managed to squeeze in an afternoon 2 miler and it made a world of difference for my brain. So many small stresses that felt like mountains on Sunday, suddenly diminished to their real height -- molehill sized -- and each thing that was weighing on my mind felt more manageable after I had run. I'm not saying that the short run "cured" me of these post-weaning blues, but it certainly helped.
If I remember correctly from my experience with Norah, post-weaning was like the mammoth of all PMS, so I'm sure this is not the conclusion of the emotional roller coaster, but if I make certain to keep running a priority, I think I can ride it out.
And, in the meantime, it sure is nice to be able to sleep on my stomach again!