No More Nursing
Well, I think I am done breastfeeding Adrianna. It wasn’t by my choice; it was by hers. The last few times I have attempted to nurse, she wasn’t too interested. Instead, I was given playful nips as she tried out her four little chompers. Ouch! Or, she would reach out her hand and tweak the nipple that wasn’t being used. That totally weirded me out. I am sure when she reads this in about 14 years she is going to be completely grossed out by this whole post. hehe.
I was hoping to continue breastfeeding until she was about a year old. I guess 9 months isn’t too bad though. I am pretty sad about this part of her babyhood being finished. No more will I get to hold her quite so close and see her big, blue eyes stare up at mine. I will also miss her little hand reaching up and gently patting my face as she eats.
Sure, she can still do some of those cute, little things while I feed her a bottle, but it just isn’t the same. It is so true when people say that breastfeeding is such a great bonding experience with your baby. An experience like none other.
When I first thought about the whole breastfeeding thing back when I was still pregnant, I wasn’t sure how I felt about it. Even the first time I fed Adrianna in the hospital I wasn’t sure about it. But after a few days, once my milk really came in, I didn’t mind it anymore (for the most part). Now, I am sad that it is over and done with. My baby is growing up.