Ziva's not nursing anymore.
My milk all but disappeared when my gallbladder started acting up. A natural pain response I guess. I continued nursing and pumping. Then I had surgery and had to do the old pumping and dumping. My milk never really came back in after all that. I think the biggest factor was that Ziva got used to eating from a bottle which doesn't require as much work on her part.
Elliet nursed for a full year. Kenai, however, struggled with her latch. Combined with my surgery two weeks post partum and we only trudged along for about six weeks. Once the decision was made to stop nursing, I felt nothing but relief. This time is different. For some reason this time is harder. I feel sad, like crying real tears sad. It took me a while but I figured it out. (Yeah, not the sharpest nail...)
This is the last time. This is it. No more babies to nurse. If I could keep going I probably would but Jt's done. I feel like I'm barely getting by with three, I don't know what makes me think I could handle more. It may just be that it's the end that makes me sad. Someone on another blog said there will always be a last baby. I guess Ziva is mine.
At least this way I can cry in my beer!
6 years ago