I've been meaning to write about this. Somehow I forgot. How forgetting is possible, don't ask me. Something to do w/ raising triplets that are ALMOST TWO YEARS OLD. Ok, so let me get over that little shocker.
Ian finally weaned. Yeah, I'm one of those weird moms that went way, way past a year w/ breastfeeding but honestly, I don't feel the need to explain why. I had my reasons & am glad I stuck to my guns. He did it on his own terms. That is the way I wanted it to happen & sure, part of me was hoping it would be sooner than later but even then, the end was bittersweet.
I had seen it coming. He had chosen the slow road to weaning. Slowly but surely, until he wasn't interested anymore. He wanted to play w/ his sisters. He didn't want to sit still even though when I told him it was "booby time", he hustled on over, ready to latch on. The girls even helped by bring the 2 pillows to me when I said that. It was truly a family affair.
It is a little sad when I think about not ever nursing again. I know that is why I was ok w/ going for so long as well as knowing the benefits of the breast milk. My kids needed every advantage I could give them being that they were born at a disadvantage (being preemies).
It was a good run. I still haven't dried up completely & luckily I never felt engorged. I attribute that to Ian's slow process of weaning over 3-4 months. I will forever treasure every nursing session, every painful bout of mastitis & cracked nipples that I had to endure b/c I know I did what was best for my kids. It was THE BATTLE I chose to fight.
To all those mothers out there struggling, if I can do it...you can too!