*note: I tried and tried...for 30 minutes....for include a picture of Clara here...and the stupid thing wouldn't load. And I'm tired of fighting now...so I give up. No picture for this post.*
who have followed my journey know that I had a love hate HATE
relationship with breastfeeding. It took about 3 solid months of it
before I could honestly say it wasn't uncomfortable or painful. I twas
also a HUGE pain in my ass to pump religiously at work. I'd sneak away
between surgical cases, between clinic patients, between rounding on
inpatients, and every lunch break (if there was a lunch a break). I'd
wake up at God-awful early hours to pump before going to work (like 4:30
or 5 am...yuck), and it would be the last thing I would do before going
Weekends were Heaven when I would get to
exclusively nurse Clara (and my evenings at home as well.) It was a
true labor of love to provide those meals to my sweet one. And like I
said, after 3 months of it, my body was adjusted to it and I came to
look forward to that time together. Best time of my day in fact.
was determined to breastfeed for at least 6 months...that was my
initial goal. My training is rigorous and crazy and I didn't even know
if I could do it that long - but I wanted to give it a try. And then,
once 6 months came and went and I wanted to keep going. Tommy thought I
was nuts...as it was a real time commitment. Yet, I was determined to
nurse as long as I possibly could!
At 8 months, Clara
started getting quite fidgety while she nursed. She became easily
distracted and uninterested. Despite the struggle, I continued to try
and nurse...but it just wasn't meant to be. She had decided to stop.
And, believe it or not, I was heart broken.
broken, that is, until she GOT TWO TEETH the very next week. I think
she chose to stop breastfeeding at just the right time. (that's a
I must admit though, I miss it greatly.