Baby just turned 8 months yesterday, and our breastfeeding journey together ended about a month ago (I haven’t actually said this out loud yet so I am starting to tear up a bit already).
It began when I was gone for a couple of days. I had to fly out of town and my husband gave him a bottle the three nights I was gone in place of our usually nursing routine. Baby W slept through the night for him. All. Three. Nights. He only did that a few times when I was nursing him…
When I got back, I hadn’t pumped in a while so I was really full and needed to nurse. He didn’t want to. Honestly, all he really wanted to do the whole time was look over his shoulder for his dad. My feelings were a bit hurt, but I figured it was just a phase. There were a few times after that that he *wanted* to nurse but soon my milk supply went down and it was over faster than I thought it would be.
I wanted to breastfeed for at least a year but I know things don’t always go the way you plan them. My sweet baby is growing up too fast for me! I am happy he is getting the nutrients he needs though because he has gained some much needed weight.