Breastfeeding

I don't know how I'm feeling about breastfeeding these days.

I honestly thought we'd be so done by the time she turned one. I swear I thought, in my first time mom ignorance, that there was like a switch that would go off in her brain and she would just self wean.

Boy was I wrong.

Here we are, approaching age 2 and there is no end in sight.

Call me a wimp for not weaning her, because I totally am. I hate how upset she gets when I try to deny her booby access, so I simply don't.

Don't get me wrong, there are some days when I still enjoy our quiet snuggle time together, but most days I'm so over it. Mostly because she's not even cutting down on her sessions. They're shorter for sure, but there are still so many of them and it's 24 hours a day.

That's right, I haven't had a full nights sleep in almost 2 years.

Plus I've dealt with biting.

And cuts in my nipples.

And all night pacifying.

Nevertheless, I'm still determined to let her self wean when she's ready, but I do want her weaned before I get pregnant again (hello sore nipples) and I'm hoping that will be in the first quarter of next year.

Le sigh. Hopefully I won't be rewriting this post when she's 3.

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Don't take offense to this post and be all "at least you can breastfeed" please. I am immensely thankful that I can breastfeed my kid. But it is emotionally draining many days do I'm going to complain a little, okay?