When I decided to return to work early, I feared that it would mean the end of breastfeeding. I had decided that I wouldn't express, and that if A wanted milk while I was at work then she would have formula.
She drank from a bottle like she'd been doing it her whole life. She has tried different formulas without batting an eyelid. And she continued her morning and night breastfeeds like nothing has changed at all. I just love her to tits. Oops, I mean bits, I love her to bits.
A was having four breastfeeds a day, so a week before my return to work, I dropped one feed. This just meant that after her morning nap, instead of offering her the breast, I offered her a bottle. After 4 days, I dropped the afternoon feed the same way. It caused me more pain than her, I was so full and uncomfortable, but it was short lived.
She was having a breastfeed before bed as well, but we dropped that a couple of weeks ago. I was feeling pretty good about it. She loves her bottle now, she gets so excited when she sees it coming. The few times that she's sooked and clawed at my shirt to find some boob, I've let her have it, and gradually she's stopped asking.
We were keeping up the morning breastfeed, but M accidentally pulled the plug on that by giving her a bottle a few mornings last week. So just like that, it's all over...
I must admit, I'm really worried about what it will do to my weight. I know, so vain, right? But when she's not burning those calories for me anymore, I fear it means I'll have to reduce my intake!
And this officially makes A my longest breastfed baby. J stopped by 5 months and H stopped at 10 months, babygirl turns 1 in a couple of weeks.
And my poor, deflated breasts. They've had a good run. They're in need of some work. Sponsor a boob job, anyone?