I knew this day would come. The day I stopped breastfeeding my Bubba (and not just because I was so tired that I forgot!).
Bubba has been a little fussy the last few mornings when I’ve fed her, so I think maybe it’s time to give up our final feed. I don’t really want to, because it’s the last thing that I and only I can do for her. But I also want what’s best for her.
Before Bubba was born, I had hoped that I could feed her for the first 6 to 12 months. The fact that I managed to feed her solely for the first 6 months, and then decreasingly until she was 15 and a half months is a great achievement. For both of us.
But today all I feel is empty. And for the first time in a very long time, Bubba clung to me and cried her eyes out when I dropped her at daycare. And I cried when I left her.
It may take us a little while to adjust to our new routine.