It's the end of breastfeeding for DS and I and, although I know it's the right time and the right decision for our family, I'm quite sad about it. Is this normal?
We had a very difficult start to bfing, in that he wouldn't feed from me for 10 weeks and I had to exclusively express. When he started feeding "properly" at 10 weeks it felt like the best thing in the world, like I had finally succeeded in something I never thought would happen for us.
I fed him full time until I went back to work when he was five months old, at which point he began having formula during the day, and bfs morning and during the night.
When he started sleeping through at 9 months we went to just morning and night feeds, and that's where we still are now. He's just off his first birthday.
I'm starting a new job next week, which means I will be leaving the house before DS gets up, and realistically this means I'll be dropping the morning bf. And at night he's often not bothered anyway. He eats a big evening meal and often only has a few sucks from one side before he goes to sleep. I don't think those few sucks will be enough to sustain any sort of supply - and if I'm honest, I know it's best to stop the night feed soon anyway, as I'll be leaving him overnight twice in the coming months.
Sorry for the length of this. DH doesn't understand why I've become so emotionally attached to bfing, and doesn't really understand why - despite knowing it's the best thing for us - I'm sad to be stopping.
I'm looking forward to getting my body back and hopefully shifting those last few pounds. I'm looking forward to buying some new pretty bras and leaving DH to do bedtimes on his own, sometimes.
But at the same time I'm going to miss those times where DS and I snuggle up in bed together to feed.
That's it really!