When I found out that I was pregnant (and even before then) I knew for certain that I wanted to give breastfeeding a try. I know all the benefits it has for both mother and child and it was really important to me that I do everything I could to breastfeed for at least a little while. My ultimate goal was to make it a full year.
My baby is over 13 months old and yesterday I breastfed her for the last time. It's bittersweet. I am so ready to have my breasts back and not have to worry about engorgement or pumping if I miss a feeding. But I truly loved the experience. We had the normal difficulties at the beginning (soreness, figuring out a schedule, leaking, etc.) but all in all it was a remarkably easy process for both Kate and I.
It is also bittersweet because when feeding her last night I didn't know it would be the last time. I knew that I was going to end it soon, but it wasn't until bath time tonight that I decided we should start our new routine tonight. It's probably a good thing that I didn't know... I would have sobbed through the whole thing I think. :) At least this way I know that our last feeding together was representative of every other night. She fell asleep at the breast and was sweet as could be.
Tonight she handled our new routine like a champ. She had a sippy of milk and we read some stories and cuddled. She is now laying in her bed getting cozy and drifting off to sleep. Hopefully it will continue to go this well.
