My boobs are mine again. I have finished feeding. Yes I am the marathon woman who has breastfed my son until he was 2 and 3 months. This was my choice to feed him until he was 2, as it was for my daughter. When I finished feeding Keely my milk had stopped producing. This time the milk is still here, and I have two hard breasts. Bigger than normal, but I have no doubt they will deflate and I will be left with two prunes!
I personally felt it was time to have me back. Not that I had gone anywhere, but I wanted to have my body my own. I was starting to feel a bit uncomfortable feeding Taj. Even though it was at home for his sleep, it was still uncomfortable, and uncomfortable in the sense it felt weird him being on there, not because of outside pressures. I didn't feel any pressures feeding both my little people for 2 years. I am proud to have fed both of my children for as long as I did, and I should feel comfortable to say that I am proud. Feeding is a personal decision, and as women we should have the right to make this decision to feed, or not to feed and opt for the bottle, and for how long we decide to feed for.
So today I say I am proud of me. I am proud of my two little breasts for feeding and nourishing both my babies. I am also proud of Taj for accepting the fact that he is now a big boy and the boobs are gone. It has been a week today. He still asks, but asks with a little chuckle in his voice.
This weekend is going to be awesome. I have two new books that I bought yesterday, and I have already been immersing myself in one of them. I have been sitting in bed, pillows perched up, and reading just as I remember my mum reading. Have a lovely weekend!