I found this on my computer a few days ago. It was written almost exactly a year ago now:
Wyatt and I stopped nursing this weekend. It was the right time. I attended a conference at the beginning of the week and my mornings were so rushed that I didn’t have time to nurse. When the conference was over though, it didn’t really make sense to start nursing again – we’d already made it through two days and I’d been planning to finish weaning soon anyway, so it was just the kick in the pants I needed to finish things up.
I’m sad though. I didn’t plan the exact date to stop, so I wasn’t quite prepared for it. And because I didn’t plan, I didn’t know our last time nursing was our last time. I was in a rush and I tried to hurry Wyatt along. If I’d known, I would have taken it slower – savored it. I wouldn’t have rushed Wyatt. “Take as long as you like, Little Buddy.” Our last time nursing would have been a little sweeter.
I’ve been thinking about nursing the last few days. I had so many fears about it before Wyatt was born. What if he rejects the breast? What if he rejects the bottle? Will it hurt? What if he can’t get a proper latch?!?! But it all worked out. The first few weeks were hard and it hurt like crazy. Wyatt sucked so hard that he bruised my nipples and made them bleed. But then, suddenly, all the pieces fell into place for both of us and it just worked. And it was great. We were so close. It was just how it should be between a mama and her baby. Sometimes I’d get impatient and feel tied down because he nursed for so long (45+ minutes at a time) and sometimes I’d feel like it was all give and no take. But it was also a special time that we shared – just the two of us. When I was at work, I knew we’d get to re-connect again while we nursed. If he was sad or hurt or frustrated I knew I could stop his cries and make everything OK again. And when he popped off to smile at me with a big, gummy grin I wanted to save the moment and never, ever forget how good it felt that this wonderful, sweet, special boy – my baby, my Wyatt – loved me.