For the past two weeks, I've been weaning Judah from breastfeeding. In previous posts, I've talked about my methods for weaning. I'm a believer that it needs to be more about baby and less about momma. And in previous posts I've also discussed how breastfeeding is considerably MORE than just feeding your baby.
My intentions for weaning Judah were to move slowly and entirely at his pace. If he wasn't ready, I wouldn't be either. The process, to my surprise, has been near effortless. Judah is ready to be done. He doesn't mind not breastfeeding...and boy does the kid love his cow's milk :) For the last week, I've been nursing only in the mornings. I had intentions of keeping this up for awhile...maybe even a month or two after his first birthday...but this morning was different. I think it became more about my feelings and less about what Judah wanted. Judah is done breastfeeding. He wants a sippy full of milk and a table full of table foods. The final feeding...him waking in the morning and us being together while he nursed...I'm realizing today that it was me that needed the weaning, and not Judah.
This morning, Judah slept in. Alivia and I were up an entire hour before him. I had thought about maybe skipping the morning feeding...weaning (me and him) from the only remaining feeding of the day. When he woke up, I went in, changed him and brought him out into the living room where I promptly gave him a sippy of milk. From there...he went on with his day as if it were any other.
So here I am...a bit divided. On one hand, I'm THRILLED that it was so easy to wean Judah. I'm THRILLED that it was so effortless to breastfeed Judah. I'm THRILLED that the last twelve months was an amazing breastfeeding experience for me and him. I'm THRILLED that I have now successfully breastfed two babies for a total of 26 months (where is my trophy?!?). I am THRILLED to have my body back (let the abuse commence...lol).
...And then comes the bitter part of this bittersweet process. One in which I carefully documented in my last blog post. Its done. The bond, the nearness, the nourishment...has come to an end. Part of me is sad...just as it was with Alivia...but maybe a little more sad because I don't want to have any more babies. This is it for us. My experience as a breastfeeding mommy is complete. On the same note, I do also feel like I'm being ushered into the next stage of my breastfeeding experience. Using it as a tool to help new mothers. Making an effort to get my certification as a lactation consultant...using this experience that I hold near and dear to help others...to educate others. That's pretty exciting...
So its done. My baby is one years old and weaned from breastfeeding. Feeling proud, feeling excitement, feeling the bittersweet nature of ending this process.
Blessings to you, my friends.