I’m sorry that this has to end when we’re not ready. It was supposed to fade away at just the right speed for you and me.
I’m not sorry that we made it this far. Not a bottle or sip of anything but breastmilk and water for just beyond 12 months.
Some don’t understand what it’s like. “Just give him a sippy cup, he’ll be right” They’re not here to hear you cry when all you want is a suck through the night.
Some people say breastmilk isn’t as nutritious after 12 months. They think the bond changes. The hormones released aren’t the same. But never has that link between feeding you and feeling complete altered. From the moment you arrived 4 weeks early I was determined to see this through. I thought the troubles with your brother would wear me down, but they only made me more sure of myself that I can do this. Thankfully, you were just as stubborn.
I’m not sorry we didn’t let the midwives fumble and pressure us. We found ourselves fitting together easily. The bond was made naturally and it stayed that way.
I’m not sorry I shut everyone out of the hospital to focus on you and getting things right. To feed you, express, sleep and do everything possible to make sure we set ourselves up. It worked.
I’m sorry I have to go into surgery. It’s nothing to do with you. My eye just isn’t what it used to be and I’ll do my best to keep breastfeeding you, but there’ll be times when it just won’t be doable.
And finally I know we’ll be just fine. But breastfeeding is one emotional, personal journey and I need you to know, that stopping is never without its sorrow.
Did you have to stop breastfeeding for reasons beyond your control?