I slipped…

i owe myself a bouquet
I wanted to stop, I decided to stop, I said I’m done… and told my son, we were done… NO More Milk.  The first day I woke and it was easy.  I escaped the house early not to disturb his sleep, and the ritual of the snuggle that we had indulged in for months.  I came home to a happy baby, who of course asked for milk, and I said, no milk baby.  He quickly went on his way playing with the Cookie Monster puppet.  I had eluded his first request, yeah!  The night came and my set of milk bottles began to ache… I didn’t think this was going to happen, I didn’t realize that I had enough milk to fill up… crap.  I know that if I pump they will keep producing, if there is no pumping then I’m in pain.  I stand at my bathroom sink and contemplate what other mommies have told me they have done… gently release.  AHHH  NO, just the thought of that is not right.  I wait a minute, the boobies are aching, I squeeze them a bit, ahhh relief.  I able to sleep!

The next morning he wakes early, teething.  OH NO!  Crying his big tears, with his little voice, milk mama, milk mama.  I have to leave, I run into the shower.  The day was long and challenging but we made it, by nightfall I’m plump like farm fresh watermelons!  Ouch.

Day three, I can do it, I can make this happen, but… my boobies are huge.  Pain.  My husband says, you can do it, he doesn’t need it, you are doing great.  He leaves for the gym.  I look at my son and ask him if he wants milk… the smile on his face tells more than words can express, and I hope that I never forget it!  We get ourselves situated up on the bed, I look at him and tell him that this is only a treat and that I need a little help, he smiles and lowers my shirt.  Quickly latches on, sip, sip, sip, releases, smiles, covers my breast, and says byeeee.  WHAT?  I think is that it?  I ask him if he wants any from the other side, he climbs up, lowers my shirt, latches, sip, sip, sip, covers and waves byeeee.  I smile.  Three sips, six total, that’s it?  I’m baffled but okay.   Now I know in my heart that he is indeed done, and I’m feeling good about our ending.  It’s a lot better than me saying this is it!  I’m sad, yes, but now feeling relief that he too seems to be done, and  is okay…

until next time.