I have breastfed all of my four children for varying amounts of time, and with varied success. With Tim, I quit after 5 1/2 months in tears, no support or knowledge. Then eleven years later, with Kate, I had "issues" and it seemed like my breast pump and I were closer than my baby and I. (Not really) With Sean, we made it one year, and had thrush for 9 months of it. For those of you not lactationally versed, that is just a huge pain in the, er..boobs. Then came Tommy. I set the goals, and one by one met them until I got myself into a situation of being somewhat stuck. Three years and five months. This is such a monumental accomplishment. While I have in recent months felt somewhat used, abused and violated at times, I have loved every precious moment looking down at those astonishingly beautiful faces. I have run my fingers through countless perfect curls, and traced their fat little cheeks a million times. I will truly miss those moments. (Moments, hours, days, months....) I have said it so many times about motherhood- the days drag on and on, but the months and years just fly by.
So I know this is really a beginning, not an end. I will keep repeating this to myself in the coming days...
1 comment:
Yes, you are right, the days and hours drag on and on and on and.....
And then you look up and you're oldest isn't a baby anymore and wait, now your youngest isn't a baby either. What happened?
Why it seems just yesterday I was nursing Mini Muffin, no wait, just yesterday I was nursing Mocha Muffin, and well today too LOL. But it doesn't seem possible that its really been 2 years since Mini Muffin weaned.
Congrats on getting through/surviving, four kiddos. May your ending of the nursing become the beginning of something even more complex and beautiful.
Or something like that.........
Post a Comment