Hi everyone. I wanted to be more active on my blog this year. I really do enjoy writing when I get the chance to sit down and type out my thoughts or what’s been happening. Last year I never seemed to have the time although now my kids, especially my youngest, is now that bit older I’m hoping to improve. Not that I’ve done so well so far this year.
I’m a big advocate of breastfeeding and have spoken a lot about it before on my blog. Its something that I enjoy and advocate. It isn’t for everyone – I don’t like to be one of those people who are so strongly pro-breastfeeding that I’ll criticise anyone who doesn’t breastfeed. It’s an individual thing.
Bu t that’s not what I am writing about today. I wrote in my last post about how well feeding solids was going. That was some time ago and in the passing weeks and months things are only going better.
What The End of Breastfeeding Means
So it means that my youngest has petty much stopped drinking milk, or at least my milk. My breastfeeding days are pretty much over.
This isn’t a bad thing but I am surprised how sad it makes me feel when I stop and reflect on the fact I don’t need to breastfeed any more. It’s like a little bit of the bond between me and my daughter has gone. It’s silly I know but that’s how I feel.
I thought maybe it wasn’t just me – and it isn’t – but I’m not sure if post breastfeeding termination sadness is a thing or not. Some research on the internet and the library hasn’t turned anything up, but if it is a real thing (or rather something somebody’s researched) then I’m not surprised.
Breastfeeding is a special act involving mother and child, making you close as you can be (physically anyway) and helping forge the loving bonds that are so important. I wasn’t ready for it to end, even though the end was clearly coming (and has to come) so now the end is here I have been surprised by the depths of feeling I have. It’s almost a nostalgia.
I miss the special time of sitting on the couch with my “baby” and having it feel it like we were the only two in the world. If only for that small slice of time. And maybe, to be honest, I miss having that special bond. Now I’m no longer my baby’s food source. Anyone can feed her!
Not every mom will go through this. In fact many moms are more than happy for breastfeeding to end as it means an end to the many aspects of it that are not nice or enjoyable (breastfeeding isn’t all roses, I know). And that’s okay.
One person who is happier is my husband! He is now able to take a greater role in feeding and loves his “special time” of having all his little girl’s attention and goofballing around, making planes fly or boats sail into her mouth.