It was hard emotionally. Not so much because I’ll miss nursing itself, but because my baby is not a baby anymore. She is a full-on toddler, complete with mad toddling skills.
I’ll also miss the closeness that comes with nursing. I have been forcing Clare to sit on my lap while she drinks her morning bottle. (Yes, bottle. I know, I know, she needs to be weaned off those too. I’ll get to it eventually.) She is usually fine with it, because she is like her Mom and takes about a half hour to fully wake up in the morning.
It has been a few weeks since that final feeding, and I think everything is back to normal body-wise for me. I’ve been really lucky with this whole process of nursing. We struggled a bit that first weekend, but after that it has been smooth sailing – with just a few hiccups here and there. I really didn’t get painfully engorged after weaning, either. Just slightly full for a few days, and a few minutes on the pump solved that problem. I also took allergy medication regularly for a few days. I don’t know if it was that or just time, but I soon dropped two bra sizes.
Also, Clare hasn’t seemed to care at all about giving up nursing. Everyone said it, and it proved to be true: it was harder for me than it was for her. There have been a few times when she’s been sitting on my lap and takes it upon herself to look down my shirt and make the sign for milk, but I think that is more of an observation than a true desire. She has taken a renewed interest in her pacifier, however. I let her have it when she is upset or tired. I don’t know. Is that bad? I see kids much older than her with pacifiers in their mouths, so I am not going to worry about it too much right now.
I don’t miss pumping. I don’t miss nursing bras. And I don’t miss having to regulate my alcohol intake. Hello, old friend.
|I really don't drink that much, but it is nice to be able to have a glass of wine while cooking dinner if I feel like it.|
I do miss my little baby, and sometimes I still get a glimpse of her when she falls asleep while I am rocking with her. My toddler is so much fun, though, that I think I’ll be okay.
And she is just fine.
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