As we approach my baby boy’s first birthday (OHMYGOD he’ll be ONE in two weeks!), I am slowing weaning myself from the breastpump. I’m still nursing Carson every night and during the day on the weekends and hope to keep that up as long as possible, but I thought I’d do a little list about how I feel about this. Here goes:
- I’m happy to regain all the lost time I spend pumping – even thought it is only one-two times a day right now.
- I’m happy that I don’t have to worry about ruining my pants with spilled drops of milk every morning as I de-pump sitting in my car in the parking structure. And who can forget the times I had milk ALL OVER my pants because the bottles overflowed and I didn’t realize it?
- I’m happy about the end of breastfeeding since the next time I get sick, I can resume my usual cocktail of cold meds, since I can’t do Afrin, Day.quil & Nyq.uil when I’m nursing.
- I’m sad that I should start watching what I eat now that the “I have to eat enough to keep my supply up” excuse is going away.
- I’m happy about renewing my friendship with peanut butter & chocolate ice cream, and all the other peanut-related items I’ve been banned from since last July.
- I’m sad that Aunt Flo might start coming around more regularly.
- I’m happy because the end of nursing/pumping should mean the end of bottles. HELLLOOOOOOO cabinet and counter space!!
Well, it looks as though the happys are winning (or is it happies?).
But the sad to trump them all is:
- I’m sad because it means my baby is growing up.