Breastfeeding is magic, until it's not. And when the magic ceases, in my case anyway, it does so quickly, and with great resolution.
All of a sudden I looked at the calendar and it had been a week -- maybe eight days since I had nursed. I realized it was over. I'd never do it again.
Breastfeeding. This word encompasses feelings of attachment, exhaustion, bonding, frustration, love and imprisonment. For some moms, breastfeeding comes easily, others find it more difficult and many choose not to breastfeed at all.
I've said a lot about nursing this last year and a half. But lately I'm finding there is not much left to say.
Over the past year I have been documenting my 1-year-old son's "Palatetraining" on social media as he gobbles down fresh veggies. It is possible to raise a vegetable lover, you just have to start earlier and "Palatetrain" your child from their first bite of solids.
It's funny because I feel like I only just said hello to breastfeeding. And yet it's already time to say goodbye to one of the best times of my life.