George is scheduled for surgery today at noon. He's having the skin tag on his ear removed by a plastic surgeon. I'll post pics later. I don't have a problem with them removing it, but it makes me sad (1) to put my baby through that type of procedure; (2) to remove a part of him (weird?); and (3) to alter his body from what it was when he was born so that he will never truly know what he was like when he was born. Yes, I think these thoughts are weird too, but it is what I'm feeling.
I'm also feeling rather sad because my baby is growing up. I'm not nursing him very much anymore and for some reason it has always been sad to me to watch my milk run dry. TMI? There's just something about nursing (even though I'm not a huge fan of it inasmuch as I am not a la leche nazi or believe that you're cheating your child if you don't breast feed), that makes me feel closer to my sweet baby. Plus, seriously, the breast milk tastes way better than formula (do the comparison). I have to admit that I'm totally grossed out by the thought of trying my own breastmilk, and in my experience with each child, I could only muster enough courage to taste a drop of breastmilk and a drop of formula. It creeps me out for some silly reason, but I felt the need to know what the stuff tastes like. The breastmilk tastes pretty good (for breastmilk), but I don't know how any baby can stand the formula - It is disgusting and smells that way too. I guess it doesn't really matter what I think it tastes like so long as George likes it.