I’ve been meaning to write this post for a while, because it’s something people don’t usually talk about. When you are breastfeeding a baby, it’s seen as normal. When your baby gets to a certain age, you start getting the questions, ‘Are you still breastfeeding?’ And then, still a few months later, there is silence. Everyone just assumes that you are not breastfeeding anymore. In a way that’s better than being questioned all the time, but it also makes you feel like you are the only person in the world doing it.
Because breastfeeding a 2-year-old is not like breastfeeding a baby. You don’t have to feed regularly and for us feeds were reserved for bedtimes only. If I was out, Little Monkey would happily miss a feed or two and resume on the next day (except when she didn’t). But if we were both at home, she’d demand her breastfeed, loudly and in no uncertain terms. She’d know what she wanted and she’d be out to get it.
There was one time when Little Monkey was slightly unwell and cried for two hours before I soothed her with a breastfeed. I felt so guilty that I didn’t think of it earlier, but it just showed that breastfeeding was no longer my main way to connect with my daughter. Not even one of the main ways. Still, it was good to have such a powerful tool at my disposal when I needed it most.
I had passing thoughts of weaning her, more than once. But then I had to ask myself the question ‘why’. And the answer, ‘Because no one else does it’, was somehow not good enough. Plus I’m lazy. Why create more work for myself and more tears for my daughter when I could just let nature take its course. Self-weaning was still hard emotionally, but at least there was no effort involved, no guilt and ino engorged breasts.
‘It’s the end of one adventure and the start of a new one.’ (Caz @ The Truth About Mummy)