Thanks for all of the feedback.
I do understand where negative commentators are coming from with lines like “this is what breasts are for” etc. I think that’s why I’ve persisted, a part of me has seen this as what I’ve signed up to becoming a mum. Even if, where I’m living, I’m the last mum by a long long way still feeding, so at times it’s been a little isolating.
For financial reasons I had to return to work full time when my DC was 9 months old (or post-cancer diagnosis, as full time as possible around the hospital stays and operations) and I do feel like it’s an achievement to juggle the commitments of paid employment with nourishing your child.
Perhaps I’ve demonised DH on here by saying he’s anti-formula - he’s definitely a fed is best man, but in our pre-natal classes there was a lot of emphasis on the partner encouraging breastfeeding, and listing the million and one benefits, that I think it made him very pro-breast if it was possible for us.
When our little guy was diagnosed with cancer, we also discovered I am pregnant with DC2. I’m proud I did breastfeed DC1 through the most intense days of chemotherapy and other treatment - it was a mission because it went from minimal feeds to suddenly up every 2 hours at night in hospital, frightened, with him wanting this comfort, as he was connected to a million wires and tubes. I think with a second pregnancy on top of this, and breast sensitivity in the first trimester, it did feel like a big push to continue to provide. Of course DH wasn’t breathing down my neck about it, but with a very upset 1yr old it was clear DH hoped I’d continue to provide that comfort when nothing else seemed to work.
Thanks to those saying “tell to DH, he’s not a mind reader”. I’ll admit, I hadn’t really had the time to think about the end of breastfeeding as being a big thing either. But now that I’m a week into a child-led wean, it’s suddenly struck me that ‘wow, breastfeeding for 2 years was a huge undertaking. Natural and normal, but also hugely time consuming, at times uncomfortable, and a lot of logistics. Ending does feel like a milestone”. You’re right, I’m not expecting trumpets, banners or an event in my honour, but some kind of acknowledgment along the lines of “you’ve given A LOT, I’m proud of you, enjoy this freedom before it’s starts again in 2 months with DC2” would have been nice.
Though perhaps it’s just one of those things that breastfeeding can look magical and easy from the outside, but impossible for anyone but the woman herself to understand the complex myriad of feelings about it.
Im not sure I’ll go so far as to immortalise my breastmilk, but I love the suggestion of a massage.