Two weeks ago marked a milestone in my relationship with my toddler Son. After 26 months since Miles Storm was born, back in September of 2010, WE have finally stopped breastfeeding!
I was beginning to wonder if this day would ever come, and surely my husband made a ton of jokes, that I would be one of those Mums who would be breastfeeding until he was at least 6 years old. Ha Ha – really funny Babes!
I have to say that I never thought that I would breastfeed at all, let alone for this long, but isn’t it interesting the changes that happen once you become a Mother? When I was younger, I was scared of what breastfeeding would do to my body after hearing horror stories of how afterwards you have saggy boobs hanging to the floor – guaranteed. If I ever became pregnant, (I absolutely swore naïvely to anybody that would listen), breastfeeding was not an option.
However, once pregnant, that quickly changed to No Way would I ever feed my baby milk that has been tainted with steroids, chemicals and was artificially fortified. Not to mention from another species – yes, I know, I did a total 360 here didn’t I?
So how did it happen? Well, I guess, for me I just became a little fed-up with having to breastfeed my Son as soon as he woke up and to put him to sleep every night. It suddenly became a huge toll on my body mentally and physically, and I was feeling chained to a heavy ball. I know that may sound horrible, but it is the only way I can describe it – towards the end that is exactly how I was starting to feel.
My Son is a big boy now, and I did not feel comfortable being the “be all end all” for him anymore.
My husband wasn’t much help either, whenever Miles would become upset he would say – “Just give him some milk”. I mean it is okay for him to say!
Two weekends ago, I kind-of-just cracked and I told my Son when he asked for milk (which he affectionately calls Nilk) that Mummy did not have any Nilk anymore and that it was empty and finished. To which he surprisingly replied “Okay Mummy”.
And, as simple as that it stopped. He has asked 2 times since then for Nilk and I have firmly told him again it was finished and empty!
Wow….. all these years that went by with me trying to figure out in my little head how the end was going to happen. I was so unsure of how it was all going to go down, and besides having hard-as-rock boobs for around 10 days and being in extreme pain, I made it through the other side.
And, so did Miles Storm. He is now that little more independent and ready to step-up-to-the-plate on his next challenge.
Oh, the joys of being a First Time Mum!