*Warning: This post may be TMI for many of my regular readers. I'm lookin' at you, Poppy.*
Mommy has always known she wanted to be a breastfeeder. However, when (about 4 months into her pregnancy) she found out the AAP recommends breastfeeding for one year she just about fell over! That was about 9 months longer than she was anticipating.
By the day my birth came around, Mommy felt mentally prepared for 12 months of nursing. She and Daddy had attended a breast feeding education class at our hospital, and Mommy had finished reading the chapters on breastfeeding in a few of her baby prep books. The lanolin cream, breast pads, Lily Padz, double electric pump, nursing tanks, nursing bras, and Booby Tubes were all ready to go. Nothing was going to get in the way of my milk mama!
Nothing but sharp pain, engorged breasts, and a newborn's voracious appetite, that is. All these things (plus plummeting post-baby hormones) brought Mommy to tears faster than a newborn heart rate. I distinctly recall hearing Mommy blubber on and on to Mimi about how there was no way she could keep this up for 12 months. Absolutely no way.
But (as Mimi so wisely predicted) nursing became less and less arduous with each passing day. By the time I was two weeks old, Mommy was able to make it through each nursing session without even a wince. At six weeks, Mommy actually used the word 'easy' to describe breastfeeding.
The weeks and months flew by, and before we knew it the weaning season was upon us. Mommy was prepared for some rough days and nights (because I looooved to nurse), but was pleasantly surpised at how well I did each time we dropped a feeding. The transition from breast milk to cow's milk was nearly seemless.
For me, anyway. Not so for Mommy.
It turns out she misses nursing a lot more than she anticipated. (She also misses her nursing figure... vain as that may be.) I've been completely weaned for almost a month, but Mommy sometimes wonders if she should have held on to one last feeding for a little longer. Especially when I look at her, look at my rocking chair, and make the sign for "nurse". She does a good job of putting on a brave face as she signs back "all gone", but I know that she wishes she still had something left to give.