A farewell to milk, for world breast-feeding week.

Since breast feeding is still fresh in my mind, I wanted to make a post for this wonderful week.
J has weaned at 21 & 1/2 months. I'm not jumping up and down celebrating, just stating the official finish to it. I'm also not unhappy about it, as it was a very smooth and natural experience from start to finish. I feel very blessed to have had such an easy time of it, and for it to have lasted this long. It feels like the right time, the time he chose, so I am happy for that.
It's bittersweet.
I've been thinking that I may not try to become pregnant again, and who knows what adoption holds for us in the future. Who knows what anything holds. Anyway, I'm beyond fortunate to have had this experience with my son, it's added more value to my life than I ever thought it could. I knew I always wanted to be a mom and breast feeding was so normal in my family that there was no question about that when he finally did come along. I had no idea what it would mean to me personally, especially after our difficult birth and c-section. Out of all the things they tell you you're not prepared for when you become a mother, the depth of emotion tied to our nursing relationship was the one thing I was really, really not prepared for.

I couldn't be more thankful for this chance to be all the mother I ever wanted to be.


p.s. I contribute A LOT of our instant breast feeding success to Chris, who was very willing to do  skin-to-skin with our son while I recovered from general anesthesia. The first photo of J nursing is not of him on his mother, but instead he's receiving comfort from his dad's pinky finger! What an amazing man...