I am weaning MC!
Yes, breastfeeding is awesome. I am so, so happy that I stuck it out with both kiddos and got through the totally shitty beginning impossible stage and successfully breastfed them both for almost a year. So happy.
But I am done. And MC is done, too. It's funny, she is exactly the same age as Rutherford was when I decided to wean him. They lose interest, your supply dips and the new wide world of solid foods is (understandably) much more intriguing to them. MC is becoming an excellent eater. Meatballs, chicken, pasta, veggies, fruits, cream cheese (her favorite I think!), waffles, etc. It is wonderful to watch her explore her meals, discover foods she likes and get excited by her favorites.
She is almost one. She is no longer an infant, a tiny newborn that needs me in that way. She is becoming her own little person and we are finding out what she likes, what makes her laugh and how much fun she is. She is no longer an extension of me that relies on me and my body to provide her with nutrition. She is able to do that on her own now.
It is definitely bittersweet. On one hand I am delighted to stop. She loves to pick at this mole I have near my right armpit. It hurts. Pumping at night to keep up my supply is annoying and no fun. And I haven't had a margarita in like two years. TWO YEARS!!! And not having to plan every outfit around what's easy to get my boobs out of will be really nice.
But of course it is also heartbreaking. I will never again cradle her little body to my breast and watch her eat. I will never again bring her into our bed and quiet her cries by feeding her.
I will miss her messing with that mole, I am sure.
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