A Surprisingly Sane Blog

I’ve held out for as long as I could.  With breastfeeding, that is.

Yes, despite the fact that Fang has been trying to devour my boobs and not just the goods that come out of ‘em has not stopped me from nursing her.  

For the last week, she has gotten pissed when I try to nurse her any time of the day other than first thing in the morning.  So she’s been down to once a day.  I figure it’s a good thing.  Slow weaning, the way Julie did it, and I never had a problem with engorgement.

Well, this morning she screamed at me when I tried to stick my nipple in her mouth.  And arched her back to get as far away from it as possible.

I think this is The End of breastfeeding, and I am so surprised that both my girls have weaned themselves around a year old.  It just seems so early to me.  I hear so many women talking about how they nursed until their child was three, and I just have no clue how their babies stayed interested for that amount of time.

You’d think I’d be sad, but breastfeeding has never been my cup of tea.  I do it because I know it is the best thing for my kids and for me.  Nature intended it.  However, I have always felt it to be excruciatingly uncomfortable.  Having a baby suck on my nipple just feels… well, awful.  It doesn’t hurt, it tickles.  And rather than my body emitting that “mothering hormone” and relaxing me while my baby is attached to my breast, I get the opposite effect. Suddenly, I feel extremely restless, like I have to jump up RIGHT NOW and run a marathon.  I know, just another reason I’m a freak.  Oh well.

I suppose this means I get my ta-tas back!  Woo hoo!  THEY’RE MINE AGAIN!

However, sadly, this means that I’ll have to stock away all my D and DD bras and pull out my Cs again.  *sniffle*  I have a lot of cute “big girl” bras that I’ll miss wearing.

Current Mood: Sickly