We had a rocky start with breastfeeding, which you can read about here, but at about 4 months in everything started to get better and by 6 months I was more than happy to continue nursing for as long as Rosalie wanted my milk.
If you’d have asked me in January, February or even March of last year if I thought I would be writing a post like this, I am pretty sure the answer would have been ‘no way’, or something less polite.
But hey, here we are, more than a year later and our breastfeeding journey is coming to an end, and as crazy as it sounds, I think I’m actually going to miss it!
We haven’t completely stopped, Rosalie still has her bedtime feed, although I don’t really think she needs it. Some days she is interested more than others, which probably means I could drop it if I really wanted to… But I don’t!
Last night she fell asleep in my arms after her bedtime feed, which is a rare occurrence these days, and I just wanted to sit with her, cuddling her and kissing her pink cheeks all warm from being nestled into me, and stroking her downy hair. I felt a real pang of sadness that these peaceful mummy-baby moments would soon be coming to an end.
I’m going to miss gazing down at her little face buried in my cardigan, and the way she tickles my side, plays with my buttons and traces my face with her little fingers. I’ll never get to see her satisfied ‘drunk on milk’ face again! I’m certainly going to miss the perfectly valid excuse for a sit down (breastfeeding standing up? I don’t think so!) and guilt free phone-browsing. But most of all I’ll miss the only chance for quiet time snuggles with my poppet, feeling like we’re the only two people in the world.
What a roller coaster, thank you for the ride darling baby girl xxx