At least four times a week I am asked "when are you going to stop breastfeeding?" Maybe the question is stated more tactfully than that like maybe "when are you planning to wean him from breastfeeding?," but it all sounds the same to me. And the answer is always the same. I'm not. That's the short answer.
I plan on letting him self wean. Does that mean he may still be breastfeeding at 2? Yes. Does that bother me? No. Does it make everyone else uncomfortable? Absolutely. I'm alright with that. It doesn't bother me that other people will be uncomfortable with my decision. Not at all.
It is his comfort, his nutrition, it's my comfort, it's my "down time," it's our time. I pump all day and he gets bottles all day long even when I'm home because he prefers it that way, but as soon as the sun goes down - it's all breastfeeding from evening, all throughout the night, and for the first feed in the morning while we are still cuddling in bed. There is nothing sweeter, more natural, or more gratifying knowing that I can provide him with comfort, security, and his nutrition.
All of these pictures were taken this morning while he was helping me clean the kitchen! Such a great helper!
P.S. Avie, Scooter, and Harrison - I miss you guys! I think about you all often! (I need to get your number so we can catch up on all of the happenings!) Scooter, will you please dress up as Elvis for Clay's first birthday party?
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