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For this post I thought it fitting to use one I originally published back in August 2012 when I stopped feeding my eldest.
I stopped breastfeeding last week. My daughter is 16 months old.
I don’t feel really sad, I don’t feel elated, it all just feels “right” I suppose. Which is funny really as things couldn’t have felt more “wrong” for me when I started trying to breastfeed my daughter.
It was a pretty hideous time for me. Don’t get me wrong, having her in my life was amazing from the start, but if any of you have ever had a newborn before you will understand what I mean. It’s pretty tough. There you are trying to feed, and feeling under quite a bit of pressure to do so, and then your milk comes in right at the time when the baby blues hit their peak (or should I say all time low!). The feelings of being overwhelmed and exhausted do shadow to some extent the joy you get from your new baby. I know I’m not the only one to say this, I’ve seen the same happen to lots of my friends.
But after what seemed like a very long and painful 6 weeks, either Elsa seemed to master it, or I got numb to the pain, but either way, suddenly breastfeeding was a breeze. And then I can actually say I started to enjoy breastfeeding! Shock, horror; I never thought I would be one of the mums saying that! It may sound like a cliche but it really is quite a precious experience to breastfeed happily, and one that I will never take for granted.
As is the case for most mums and babies, the feeds whittled down one by one over the months after I started weaning, which I think is the ideal way as it’s not like you are going cold turkey. That would be really painful! I know I was lucky though to have the luxury of stopping gradually. If I had to go back to work early then it wouldn’t be so easy to do this. I can’t imagine having to express in the toilets at work, but this is the reality for many mums.
So we stopped last week, mainly because Elsa seemed much more interested in watching “In the Night Garden” than nuzzling into Mummy. And also, if I’m honest, because I thought it was high time she was able to have a sleepover with Granny! She had her first sleepover last night. So after a leisurely start this morning I think I might just pop into town and treat myself to some new bras, without a nursing clip in sight!! I think I deserve it.
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