Well we have come to the end of our breastfeeding journey me and my little babe I have to admit I am quite sad and had a good cry about it but I'm happy and proud for feeding this long. It was hard at first but giving up never actually entered my head. I was going to breastfeed! My little girl was crazy for it and I produced sooooo much milk that for the first 4 months at least I had to walk around with flannels down my top! Those breast pads were laughable! Everytime I left the house I had to check my boobs were in my top cos they were out more often than in! I have a classic photo that my fiancé took of me maybe 3-4 days in to bfing of me sitting topless on the rocking chair, a flannel on each boob, expresser by my side and tears streaming down my face. ( my boobs were so full bubs couldn't latch on and I couldn't get the hang of expressing either) he said to me at the time that I would laugh one day at it and I do now what a beautiful journey me and my baby have been on together! I feel like we have such a special bond together and I will miss those quiet still moments cuddling. It feels a little like losing a bit of being a mum. It's such a physical sign of being a mum I guess.
I'm looking forward to the next stage in motherhood which I'm sure will make me cry too
15 months and proud!