Hugh’s six months old. Already 🤯 And despite being a preemie, he’s very much ready for solid foods. Maybe it’s watching his brother eat (he already wants to copy everything Owen does). Maybe it’s just naturally growing. But for some reason this milestone is hitting me hard. We’ve been lucky enough to be able to exclusively breastfeed these past six months. I’m already shared how surprised and blessed I feel that we’ve gotten that experience. But somehow Hugh starting solids makes me sad. Excited for him but sad for me. Like it’s a symbolic step away from me. From not needing me as much. Towards growing up. Where has the time gone? Those newborn moments have swept by all too quickly. And my Mama heart can’t seem to take it. Starting solids feels like such a small thing… why does my heart feel so heavy? Why does this milestone feel so big? (Ps my whole look is Of An Origin — they make the best organic nursing-friendly pieces! I basically live in them) LTKBaby LTKFamily