This week marked the end of #worldbreastfeedingweek. As you know I am a huge supporter of breastfeeding, so it was encouraging to see the international posts of support from individuals and various media outlets.
My son is 30 months (2.5) and I stopped breastfeeding him on 2nd August. I’m so pleased we got this far, but at the same time I was ready to have my body back to myself.
Breastfeeding has been a source of joy and bonding between me and baby. We are close. He was exclusively breastfed and I personally found it extremely convenient, with a few disadvantages for example, I was the only person who could feed him in his formative months and the associated tiredness that accompanies takes its toll.
Breastfeeding has been a journey. I chose to breastfeed all my children because I have strong beliefs about being as close to nature as possible. My children thrived on breast milk and I was blessed to produce milk in abundance.
Since breastfeeding has stopped, my son has not been overly impressed and he still searches for his former breast at night. It has caused him a level of anxiety and upset which breaks my heart. The last few nights have been difficult because he has woken up wanting to be fed and naturally I wanted to comfort him, but if he had his own way it seems he would carry on forever.
I have used a variety of tactics which I believe helped our transition.
At 2, he has a good level of understanding so I have actually discussed the fact that we are going to stop breastfeeding. He would always say “no mumma, it’s mine”, 👀 but I would follow through my intentions and I limited breastfeeding to nights.
I showed him images from google of small babies breastfeeding and explained that he was growing into “a big boy now” (said with such enthusiasm), and he no longer needed to breastfeed like the babies in the photos.
I would often put him to bed and it involved breastfeeding, singing, cuddling and talking. I had to hand some of that responsibility to Dad which involved none of the nurturing I did, he would just lay him down and say “c’mon, bed”. 😱 It’s not my style, but hey, he went to sleep a lot faster.
So, here I am. Free from breastfeeding! I got through the other side and I’m so proud of myself. My next challenge – potty training – which isn’t going so well so far. Watch this space!