Today is day one of “no more boob” for my little girl, who is sixteen months old. I always wanted to breastfeed her for a year and when her birthday came, I didn’t feel ready to stop. She has absolutely loved her “milkies” and I’ve cherished feeding her.
There have been some challenging times: the newborn days of learning how to latch and suck, feeding on demand and being pinned to the sofa.
Then, at four months old, my milk started drying up. I was hugely sleep-deprived, up almost every hour in the night, had just moved to a new continent and my body was caving in.
I met an angel (Liza at Ballito Babes) who helped me with a routine and some medication. We carried on.
And it became second nature.
I have loved the sense of intimacy with my girl (especially in the otherwise- hideous hours of the night).
I have loved being able to provide for her in a way that is unique to us, mother and daughter.
I have loved this special time.
And she has been amazing today- no tantrums, no meltdowns. She asked for “milkies” but seemed to accept its absence.
She’s growing up. Fast. My big girl.
I am so proud.