Over Thanksgiving, I injured my back. I have no idea what I did, but I could barely bend over. I took a few aspirin, completely forgetting that aspirin is a no-no when nursing. I figured it was no big deal, I was only nursing Christopher twice a day at that point, anyway. I'd just skip a day or two until the aspirin was out of my system.
I checked with his doctor, and she said it was fine to nurse again. I did, and he was kind of meh about it. Then, the next day he outright rejected me. He is fine with his cow's milk, thank you very much. I thought about trying to get him to nurse the next day, but I decided just to let it go. It is easier this way.
He still loves to snuggle, which was my favorite part of nursing anyway. I feel kind of sad about it, though. With Clare, I was sad after her last feeding, and the next day I was so happy. I am still waiting for the so happy this time. I think it is partly because he is likely my last baby. You never know, though, I suppose.
And I guess I am not sad to say goodbye to the nursing bras. I also plan to stock up on wine for Christmas, which I will be able to drink at anytime of the day. Not that I will. But I COULD.