According to Jay at this rate G is going to be nursing until he's twelve (pshh).
The plan was to stop nursing him at a year.
It hasn't been going too well.
We're talking major shirt-pulling meltdowns.
Which cause me to fall even more in love with him.
I have had people tell me... you're the parent! you need to control this.
My response has been to explain that the world of breastfeeding is just not that simple.
Followed by a sweet cup of mind your business.
I am really (trying) to stick to it this time around.
Especially after I flashed the butcher at my local grocery store last week.
Grey pulled my shirt down as I bombarded the butcher with tri-tip questions.
Crazy embarrassing by the way.
Note to self: avoid the meat section for the rest of summer.
I have appreciated the great advice and support from my people.
And my mama who fights for my little chubby one- assuring me there is no rush.
And from Robin Hollen... the woman is a lactation genius and life saver!!!
It's time to wrap up this little Minky milk party.
Bittersweet it is.
It's been just our thing.
Moments where I have been forced to slow down and soak up my son.
I will try to keep my own emotional meltdowns at a minimum as I let go on my end.
No promises.
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