Saturday, July 13, 2013


Well, I'm finally taking the plunge. After 13 months, I've decided it's time to start the weaning process with Lizzie. It's hard, because I know that if I left it up to her, she'd probably still be breastfeeding past her second birthday. Not that there's anything wrong with that, but I'm ready to call it quits. It's been such a great bonding experience for both of us, and I can't imagine that we would be so close if I had bottle fed. But I'm looking forward to a little more independence and I'm not going to lie, I'll enjoy not having my boobs bitten, clawed at, and pinched anymore.

I knew I wanted to breastfeed from the beginning but when Lizzie was born, the first six weeks were a real struggle. She didn't figure out the latch until the day we left the hospital, and for some reason the first couple months of breastfeeding were painful. Really painful. But we eventually figured it out and for the next year I loved the special snuggle time we had, and the instant calming effect nursing had. She thrived on breastfeeding, and apart from poo-pocalypse has never been sick, for which I totally credit bf. 

We're down to just morning and nights now. I'm in a wedding this September and I hope to be done before then. Her feedings now are more like snacks, and I think she would be okay if I cut them out in the next couple weeks. And the thought of that makes me just a little sad, especially as she has discovered her new BFFs: Fingers and Thumbs. 

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