**THIS POST IS ABOUT BREASTFEEDING**
1. This post is about breastfeeding. If you are offended by it, close this tab now.
2. You will see pictures of breastfeeding at the end of this post. If you don't like it, move on.
3. This is my personal experience. If you want to judge it, I'll ignore it. If you want to share your experience, I'll listen.
OK, now that we got that out of the way...Nate has moved on from boob juice and is now drinking whole milk! Say what!!?? I shouldn't get ahead of myself. He hasn't nursed in 2 days. Over 48 hours! It seems surreal.
To be honest, I was kind of waiting for this day. Mostly for selfish reasons. Stupid reasons and I know that. Breastfeeding takes a toll, especially in the wardrobe department. I had to plan my outfits around the ease of pulling my shirt up or down. I have worn stretchy sports bras for a year and a half. I couldn't wear many dresses. Scarves were a hassle. My shirts had to be easy to nurse in, but not so easy that Nate could flash the world. Getting dressed was a task. Another reason I was over it was Nate didn't take a bottle. I felt so constrained, so tied down. I couldn't leave him for over a couple hours without feeling like I was starving him OR my boobs feeling like they were about to explode.
So...as I realize that his breastfeeding days are over, of course, I feel sad. What. The. Crazy!? I feel like a crazy, emotional, happy, bi-polar person. There will be no more sick time nursing, no more tired nursing, no more nursing because I am tired nursing, no more I have no idea what is wrong with you kid nursing. Again, it has only been 2 days, but I can just tell it's over. Another milestone.
When I first found out I was pregnant, I had a very laid back, whatever happens attitude towards breastfeeding. I didn't want to stress out if he didn't latch or if I could produce enough. When he was born and the last 15 months it has just been natural. He could win a metal for "Best Breastfeeder" if there was one. It was easy and never had to lug around formula and bottles.
I am happy Nate is weaning, I am. I am also a little teary-eyed that my baby is growing up. This is such an odd feeling. I have a hutch this is just one of the many future bi-polar emotional roller coasters I am going to be on as a mom.
On to the next adventure! Before I end this post, here are a couple pictures of me and the little boob juice lover. They are phone pictures so the quality isn't the best.