Five months old and the little man has just tried his first splodge of pureed fruit. It was a reasonable success, although I think it left him feeling a bit bewildered. I was really looking forward to this day, but now that he's moving on from only ever having had his mama's milk, it's made me feel rather emotional. Perhaps it's knowing that we are very unlikely to plan to have more babies and this is it. Each day that goes by, we are closer to something else and further away from the incredible experience that is nurturing a new born baby.
Whatever it is, I'm getting that heart-achey-singing-proud pain again. Is this how it will be for the rest of my days?