Me – All gone, darling. There’s none left. They’re empty (she hasn’t asked for them all week, I haven’t offered… there’s milk there, I can hand-express, but she has to work hard to suck it out and get it flowing).
DD#2 – Just try?
M – OK.
DD#2 – (Goes for one. Gives it a pump. Has a little suck.) All gone. Other side?
M – Other side?
DD#2 – OK. Try? (She tries the other side. Same deal.) All gone. (Holds her hands out empty.)
M – All gone.
DD#2 – OK. Bye boobies. (She gives them each a kiss and waves goodbye to them. Before pulling up and trying to clip my bra, and then pulling my shirt down.) Bye bye.
She then happily went back to cuddling me. I think she’s done breastfeeding…
It’s bitter sweet. She’s two-months shy of two-years-old (my goal). I’m very pleased we lasted this long without any effort (well, practically no effort, there were a couple of strikes but we worked through those). So naturally.
I’m so impressed by how she is growing up too (if this had happened a few weeks ao, she’d have been beside herself crying). I’m a bit sad to think that I will never breastfeed a bub again. Just a little bit sad… I’m mostly glad the transition is going so smoothly… Not a little baby anymore!
Just thought I'd share
Edited by aluminium, 11 April 2012 - 09:22 AM.