This past Monday, July 7, was the last time that you nursed. Nursing you has been a truly magical time for me. It has helped create a bond between you and I that is so amazing and strong, and even while I write this, I’m having trouble putting into words how special it’s been.
I’ve nursed you in our home, in a car, at work, in doctor’s offices, at your day care, at a graduation ceremony, in the shower and in other people’s homes. I’ve nursed you in private, and in front of others.
We learned to nurse together. It was difficult at times, and I needed a lot of help from professionals, but we got the ground work laid for you and I to be successful. I learned to nurse you in a rocking chair (and that is probably still my favorite place we ever nursed). I also learned to nurse you standing up, lying down, sitting, and any other position we needed to do.
I nursed you when I was sick, and when you were sick. I nursed you when you were upset and when I was upset and it always helped to calm both of us.
For the first year of your life I nursed you on demand, whenever and wherever you wanted it. For the second year I nursed you first thing in the morning and last thing at night. We got to snuggle and wake up together everyday for two years, and relax and end our day together too. I will always cherish those snuggle moments with you. You fell asleep nursing for two years, and many of those nights I fell asleep while nursing you too. Your Dad would have to come in and wake me up so I could lay you in your crib and then go and snuggle with him.
I’ve made you laugh a lot while nursing. There’s nothing sweeter that watching you laugh and giggle and smile with a mouthful of boob. And, in turn you’ve made me laugh a lot too.
You taught me how to be selfless and to aways do what we needed to do, no matter what other people thought about it. I’m proud of you, and I’m also proud of me. It’s been a long, and somehow at the same time, a very short road, but after two years it’s time to be done.
I have so many mixed emotions about ending our nursing time together. I’m sad, relieved, anxious, happy and nervous for this time to be over. I’ll be honest and tell you that I have no idea how to parent you without nursing you. It was the one constant in our relationship that fixed anything and everything. When you were sad, scared, upset, hurt, overtired, happy, excited or just wanted some extra snuggles, all I would have to do was nurse you. I’m hopeful though, that we have the foundation to keep going on the right track without without this added benefit.
These last few days have been really hard for me. You’ve been asking to nurse, and it breaks my heart to tell you no. But, I think it’s for the best. It’s time to stop. I only hope that you’ll understand why we’re stopping and that it won’t be too traumatic for you (or for me).
Thank you Henry for giving me this time together with you. Thank you for all of the cuddles, all of the snuggles, all the laughs and giggles. Thank you for the times you fell asleep in my arms, nestled up against me. Thank you for all of the wonderful memories of nursing you. All of the times where you fell asleep and dribbles of milk would run down your chin. All of the times you would wave at me, and give me high fives and fist bumps while nursing. Thank you for making those sweet little nursing noises that make my heart melt.
Thank you for helping me find myself, about teaching me how wonderful and capable my body is. Thank you for helping me find the confidence and will to do what I think is right.
Thank you for being my sweet boy.
I love you, keep growing.