I will admit that I expected to continue longer. I wanted to.
It just wasn’t in the cards for us.
We are done breastfeeding. That Momma & Baby Boy time is over.
I am done pumping. Can I get a alleluia?
Why you ask?
I knew in December (11 + months in) that the end was approaching. Two weeks shy or Reid’s first Birthday, I stopped pumping during the day while at work. However, he was still nursing at least 3 times a day and getting frozen breast milk the rest of the time. Somewhere during this time, Reid also started to refuse my right breast and only would nurse on the left (always the better producer).
Come January and February, I took a couple over night trips for work and pumped while I was away. I think the first trip I pumped both sides, but the second trip I only pumped the left side. I was away for 2 days and brought home enough for one sippy cup (about 8/9 oz). PS: Airport travel with breast milk was easy peasy.
I had two trip planned for March. Unfortunately, due to weather issues they got reschedule on back to back weeks. I was away from Tuesday - Thursday the first week and then Monday & Tuesday of the following week.
I pumped my left side for the first trip. Less than 1 oz twice a day. I came home from being away for 3 days with less than 4oz of breast milk. At that point I was really questioning whether it was worth it too drag a pump, cooler, and parts through 3 different airports and on 4 different flights. In the back of my mind, I knew I was calling it quits.
I always thought I would follow Reid’s lead. If he wanted to nurse, okay. If not, okay.
The next morning Reid wanted to nurse. So he did. Then he wanted his cup. Sorry bud their is not much in there. That evening we were headed out of town. We packed up the car, the dogs and the baby and headed on our way. No nursing. No real demand to nurse.
Saturday, Reid was easily distracted with his cup in the morning and evening. Same with Sunday morning. Sunday evening, I was having some mild breast pain and offered it to Reid. Relief.
Monday, I headed out of town. Without my pump. With that we were done.
We had 14+ months of breastfeeding. Pretty much event free. No major complications. No undersupply issues. No latch issues. Just one bought of oversupply for a week or so and a couple painful weeks at the very beginning.
I know how lucky that is. I am not trying to brag just telling it how it went.
I do however wish our breastfeeding days ended differently. I wish we could have lasted another month or so. I am being greedy. I wish we could have made it through the end of the flu season. I wish Reid was the one to end it. Not me. I am feeling selfish. I guess he was also ready. He put up no big fuss or demand to nurse. Oh how that is a huge change.
I know that breastfeeding made a difference for Reid. At 7 months old, he was hospitalized for his AutoImmune Neutropenia. We were told at time he had essentially no immune system. He made it through one of the worst flu/RSV seasons in history… while attending daycare with all his little germy friends… Healthy.
So from the bottom of my heart, my deepest thanks go out to my Boobs. Great Job Girls! Thanks for all your hard work and keeping my Little Guy healthy and happy! Thanks for the 14 months of milk you produced!
If you are wondering: I am writing this post on Friday. Pain free. No cabbage leaves. No tight wraps. No cold compress or warm compress.
Wait is it weird to thank your body parts publicly?