Eleanor never does anything easily. Everything has been a bit of a struggle with her. Getting her to nurse in the first place and sleep without being held when she was a newborn, getting her not to scream and cry during tummy time, to take regular naps, to eat food that wasn’t pureed, and to drink out of a sippy cup–none of it has been easy, and we have learned that the effort we put into trying to get her to do these things has mostly been a waste of time and energy. Eleanor does things on her own schedule. And you won’t try to push her, if you know what is good for you!
This is why I expected a long drawn-out weaning process. I assumed that I would run up against some strong resistance. I prepared myself. I read the Nursing Mother’s Guide to Weaning. It gave me some great age-specific strategies and reassured me that there was nothing wrong with nursing past the age of one. I was ready to wean her gradually, to substitute a snack for nursing, to distract her with a book or a game when she asked to nurse, and to have to give in to her requests when she was adamant but start abbreviating nursing sessions. I was hoping we could get through it all and be weaned by the time she was 18 months old.
When she was about ten months we had gone down to only twice a day, once at nap-time and again at bed-time. And when I started my bar study course in January I was in class at bed-time so we were down to just at nap-time. So we were already down to only nursing once a day.
My original plan was to start by separating naps and nursing, so that she wouldn’t have a problem napping without nursing first. I thought that in the beginning I would nurse only when she woke up from her nap and then try to drop that once she was napping without a problem.
The first day I put her down for her nap and when she got up she asked for some milk, so I offered her some yogurt instead. She happily agreed and didn’t ask to nurse again. Ever again! That was it!
As easy as that, we just stopped nursing. It’s been a month and I haven’t offered and she hasn’t ask. And I guess because I was already down to only once a day and occasionally skipped that if we were out of the house I never had a problem with engorgement. She was done and I was done without a problem. Why can’t everything be like that?! Like the putting things in the mouth and the throwing food. Can’t we just decide to stop and then stop? Please.
Having said this I have to admit that I’m not so sad to be done with nursing, but not overjoyed either. I know that a lot of mothers feel like they are missing an intimate time with their child and aren’t happy that this means that their baby is growing up, and other mothers are just thrilled to get their breasts back to themselves. I guess I would count myself more with the latter group. I feel like I have plenty of cuddling time with Eleanor to satisfy me and, although I do have some newborn nostalgia, I’m not sad that she’s not a baby anymore. On the other hand I only really felt like a milking machine when she was a newborn. Since then I feel like I have been in charge of my breasts and never really begrudged nursing.
Don’t get me wrong, most of the time it was a major pain in the ass. Especially when I was working and going to school. I had to wake up in the morning and immediately spend about 30 minutes pumping a bottle. Then I would get myself ready to go, eat breakfast and spend another 15 minutes or so pumping another half a bottle. Then I would go to class and come home and pump another bottle, eat lunch, and then head to work where I would at some point pump another bottle. Then I would come home in the evening and pump another bottle. Then just before going to bed I would pump another bottle. The freezer was filled with bags of milk and the fridge with bottles of fresh and defrosted milk.
I also was never really comfortable nursing in public and only did it a few times. It was not that I’m a modest person. I’m not, I have never been shy about showing a lot of cleavage. It was more that I found it physically uncomfortable. I just always felt awkward trying to hold Eleanor up to nurse without a nursing pillow, and those pillows aren’t very portable. And then you have to find a comfortable place to sit. For me, it was never worth the convenience of just whipping out a breast. Instead we made things a little less convenient by always having to bring a bottle or two of pumped breast milk with us.
Although it was such a pain, I never regretted making the decision to only breastfeed. It is every mom’s personal decision and I can definitely understand the moms, especially the working moms, who go with the ease of formula over the extreme inconvenience of pumping. But I just think the health benefits of breastfeeding are so huge, and the money we saved by using my FREE milk rather than buying formula are so worth all of the annoyance that I’m happy that I stuck with it. I hope I will have the determination and patience to do the same for all of our future children.







