Come and help me say goodbye to breastfeeding(15 Posts)
My second and final DC is just over 13 months, and it's time for us to start winding down BF. It's been quite a journey - so hard at times - but I am devastatingly sad about it. It feels like the end of the proper tiny baby time in our lives, and I will never have that back. So do you want to contribute some BF memories, good or bad, to help me say goodbye to all that?
The rocky times - both babies were slow to gain weight, and I felt under crushing, appalling, post-birth-hormone pressure - it was all my responsibility and they just weren't growing, and no-one knew why or what was going wrong. Cue long, long nights of googling, mn-ing and sobbing on the sofa.
DD (PFB) once spent six hours nursing on and off while I sat on the same sofa, unable to move, thinking 'My. Life. Is. Over.' (Ha! Would kill for six minutes on sofa now.)
DS's unreasoning suspicion / rejection of left breast which meant I could only ever feed rugby ball on that side - soooo impractical with him dangling off the edge of seats in Costa coffee.
Leaking. Spraying. Spilling. Honestly.
Being slightly beaten up - hairpulling, hitting, scratching - so annoying.
Inadvertantly flashing the poor bloody postman / Tesco delivery man.
And the good? Feeling so proud when through sheer hard bloody dogged work and hours of expressing and no sleep we got DD from FF to EBF (she was early, I was in shock and the hospital whisked her onto formula.)
The ability to instantly, instantly, magically sooth with Miracle Breast TM.
The general miracleness of the whole thing - look, I made a person with my body, and now I am feeding a person with my body... proper awe.
Once it was all up and running - the sheer ease of it all. No faff, no mess, and freeeeeeeee.
The funny little things - shifting to wake them up, how DS would dive back in desperately if he thought you were trying to unhook him even if full to bursting, DS and his red cushion obsession, tingly let-downs, how it was clearly their favourite place to be in the whole whole world.
And of course the closeness, the cuddliness, the squidginess, the slightly animalness - the chance to gaze and gaze (and obvs watch endless Frasier.)
I am and also .
I know how you feel. I still BF my dd whose nearly 10 months. Not exclusively but night time or morning. It's so sad I never want to stop but I don't want her having a boob when she's at school!
I said I'd stop when she's 3 months. Then when she gets teeth.
Then when she's starts crawling.
All those a things have pasted and were still BF!
I didnt bond with her when she was born and BF really helped with that. It's so hard
Oh, the bonding. Well done to you both, BeyoncesCat.
My 11.5month old doesn't love it all that much now and has started not taking a bedtime feed so we are down to breakfast only.
I guess it's easier to stop when it's the lo that seems ready. He hasn't done the milk drunk thing for ages.
I guess him stating to sleep through about four weeks ago was the beginning of the wind down. No more beautiful sleepy feeds
Oh the lovely milk drunkness! And shockingly loud burps in the middle of the night! <lowers tone> The way DS paddled with his arms like a puppy when feeding, and fell asleep mid feed...
Oh yeah! Milk drunk that was the best or the frenzied head shaking looking for the boob!
The bad... Sore nipples and plugged ducts in the early days.
The good... Four years of TTC including painful procedures and fertility treatments were wiped away instantly when my baby boy effortlessly latched on in recovery about 10 minutes after he was born.
When he was tiny watching his determined little eyes staring straight ahead whilst he sucked and sucked and sucked.
How he lo
How he looks up at me now then breaks into a smile and then gets back to it!
He's nearly six months. I don't even want to think about stopping
Nothing wrong with still BFing when you start school. DD2 said she would give up, but quickly decided weekends and school holidays didn't count, (or evenings)
Never mattered and she'd never have told anyone. Anymore than she ever told anyone at pre-school.
I wouldn't have cared, I never said it was a secret. She just realised unusual and she knew a DFs DD had been order to stop at 5 because she wouldn't stay in her own bed.
DD2 had realised feeding at night wasn't in her best interests as a toddler.
Milk drunk - all lolling and eyes closing! And yy to mad wobbly head. Can I Say - how lovely. And good that you know to enjoy it.
DS is also self-weaning, and yes it does make it a hundred time easier that I don't have to say no to him - it's coming to a natural end.
Stroking DD's face to keep her going.
DD gradually lost interest when my milk dried up, I was 20 weeks pregnant, she was 20 months old. Back in May this was.
I knew it was coming so I took a sunday morning and let her have the longest snuggliest feed ever, I stroked her face, and took a picture of us. She's not had any since but now she strokes my boobs and says "for bay-bee".
I was quite sad because I always kinda wanted to feed till 2. But the pregnancy complicated things, I guess.
Stopping bf DS (18 months) next week. Will miss snuggles, snuffles and the ability to silence him instantly in the middle of the night. Will not miss other boob fondling, chest scratching, or his ability to get them out in public in seconds despite whatever height of top I am wearing.
How wonderful for you - I can relate to so much of what you've said. DS is ten months, and I love the timeout what we both get from feeding. I love that he'll fall asleep cosy and full of milk and I like that it's so easy now. I do not like the biting and giggling. Or being poked up my nose, or the chest scratching. I hope we can carry on for a while, I'm a bit worried about how nursery might change that (although going back to work and having my husband look after him didn't slow him down).
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