That's the official day I stopped breastfeeding Ellis. After 1 year and 2 weeks.
I had no definite date in mind beyond knowing that I'd like to stop after a year. I'd been slowly weaning her off - reducing one feed at a time over a week or two. She doesn't miss it at all. And no problem switching to formula either.
Me, the thought of stopping was worse than the reality. I kept holding on to the final morning feed, reluctant to stop because I didn't want it to be the LAST feed. But I woke up on the morning of the 1st of December and instinctively felt that it was time to stop. So I just didn't nurse her and the morning of the 30th became my last feed, without me even realising it at the time.
I don't miss it as much as I thought I would. I guess because Ellis is developing more teeth and it had started to hurt! She didn't seem to nurse as long as before either. Probably full on solids or just plain distracted. I don't feel as bad as if she wanted it and I wanted to stop.
It's not bad - my boobs can finally take a break and no more nursing bras, whoo hoo!
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Hi Dorothy, I have been visiting your blog and quietly reading your wonderful posts of motherhood and of your lovely daughter.
When you talked about your feelings about your final day of breastfeeding, it touched me greatly. Since my daughter was born, I too had already planned to stop breastfeeding when she is a year old. My 'end point' is near - my daughter is 8 months old now.
My baby enjoys being breastfed and being a working mother, I relish her feedings. It is time that is solely for the two of us and no one else. I would caress her face and brush her hair. Sometimes when she is not dozing off from being nursed, she'd gaze at me with her big round eyes.
Your post is going to make me cherish my breastfeeding times even more.
I am sure the moments that you spent nursing Elis will always have a special place in your heart.
Thank you for sharing your experiences.
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