Nursing no more
Zander has weaned himself. It is very very bittersweet as all breastfeeding moms will know. It’s a relationship, a bond that is only shared by mom and baby. No-one but they can have that. Be that close. Share that bond. It is so much more than just providing nourishment. So much more.
I clearly remember the first time he nursed in hospital. He latched on as though he has practised for that precise moment all of those 9 months before. (I get a kick out of that as it was the 3rd time my kids didn’t battle to latch on and it is said that c-section babies do)
I had planned on letting him self-wean but also didn’t want it to go beyond the age of two. I’m glad he did this all by himself. Absolutely no pressure from me. I’m going to miss nursing him though. I’m going to miss being able to look at his sweet face as he nurses and then falls asleep.
There is something special about nursing a toddler too. They are so active, so beyond busy and restless. They tantrum so easily, yet they turn into these sweet little relaxed angels when they nurse.
I am so honoured to have been able to share this with Zander….with all my boys. I am extremely pro-breastfeeding. I have never nursed my child under a blanket. I have never nursed my child in a public toilet. I nursed wherever and whenever they needed to be nursed. I’m going to miss that. I’m going to miss not having a baby. Never having a baby to nurse again.