Molly is weaned. I'm not sure she's fully aware of it yet. But she is. She's nearly seventeen months old now--more a toddler than a baby--so it was time.
I love breast feeding. For me, it has been a joy and one of the things I will miss most about having a baby. I nursed all of my children until they were 16-18 months old which means that during the last nine years I have been nursing for just shy of seven years. And since I was pregnant before weaning three of the other four babies I was pregnant the rest of the time. I weaned Amberly when she was 18 months old (it was the only way I could get her to hold still long enough to cuddle) and got pregnant with Thomas the next month. With the exception of a few supplemental bottles when Molly was a newborn, I breast fed all five babies exclusively for at least their first six months and primarily for the first year. This mostly joyous and incredible period of my life is at an end.
I have nursed my babies nearly everywhere--on airplanes, in restaurants, in parks, museums, at parties, and meetings. I never nursed during Sacrament Meeting. I preferred to leave Utah Dad to wrestle with the other kids while the baby and I retreated to the lounge to listen to the talks through the piped in sound system. I did nurse during a stake conference and a regional conference in the Conference Center. I became quite proficient with covering myself with a blanket or just my shirt. I'm sure I've flashed people occasionally but fortunately most have been decent enough not to say anything. I only recently purchased one of the trendy covers with the dumb names.
While I know all the benefits of breast feeding for babies one of the main reasons I breast fed was because it was so convenient and perfect for me. I loved not dealing with the hassle of bottles and formula and pumping (lucky to be a stay-at-home mom). At night and in the early morning, I love cuddling in bed with my newborns while they nurse and I sleep. I love rocking and nursing the babies before bed while I serenade them with Primary songs and lullabies. I especially love snuggling and nursing my babies while I read a great book.
I must admit that I won't miss the toe-curling pain of latching on a ferocious newborn. Fortunately, I never had to deal with the horrible pain and sickness of mastitis. I always had plenty of milk for my hungry babies.
Now, I have to come up with a different use for all that Lansinoh. I get to shop for regular bras. I can wear dresses. I'll have to find a new excuse to drop everything and read a book during the day.