The passing of time has been very present in my life, lately. I guess that's what happens when you bring children into the mix. They grow up, right before your very eyes, every day a little bigger, every day a little less baby and a little more actual person. It's wild. It's wonderful. And it's bittersweet.
One journey in particular has recently ended
and i didn't even realise it
You see, I had been breastfeeding for almost four years. Let me say that again: FOUR. YEARS. That is a loooong time to be breastfeeding and I never thought I'd ever get "that far". But a couple weeks ago something shifted. It wasn't comfortable anymore, and quite frankly, it started hurting a bit..
Now I know enough of breastfeeding - it's not supposed to hurt. And turns out, there was no more milk. My body literally said: "we're done, this is over."
And I didn't even notice until after the fact. After some tears mixed with a strange sense of relief, I made peace with it. Almost four years is an amazing accomplishment. I've literally given him everything I had. Until the last drop.
For a while he kept asking for our usual bedtime routine, but I gently told him no. And somewhere along the line he just stopped asking. We have a new routine now, one that doesn't involve boobs.
But I couldn't help but reminisce. Think back on allll those moments we melted into one. Day AND night. Anyplace, anywhere, anytime. It wasn't always easy, but I'm so incredibly grateful, for all of it. We did it. I did it.
No one will ever take that away from us.
Breastfeeding pictures by Cher Fotografie
