Feeling a bit emotional (and have had several glasses of wine) so thought I'd post on here as DH keeps looking at me like I've properly lost it.
I've stopped BFing. DD is nearly 14 months and was only having one feed a day which was causing her to wake at an insufferably early time so I've packed in so we can all get some sleep.
Obviously I'm in a bit of pain, but aside from that, I feel desperately sad that my BFing days are over. I fed both kids until they were just over 1. We're not having any more kids so this really is the end of an era.
I'll get over it - my hormones will stabilise etc. But in the meantime, here's to my boobs which have fed two kids; randomly leaked at the most in opportune times; caused me no end of cracked nipple based pain; provided moments of complete calm and togetherness; dealt with illness, upset, and tiredness; allowed to spend a fortune during an ongoing search for the perfect nursing bra; and nurtured happy babies.
Apologies for the levels of saccharin in this post. Bit pissed and emotional.