a year ago
It’s nearing the end of #Blackbreastfeedingweek and all the posts on social media have inspired me as I continue on this unexpectedly prolonged breastfeeding journey.
I never thought I would still be here, almost fourteen months later. I simply promised myself I would try to nurse him up to a year or as long as he was interested. I figured he would tire of it by six months.
I wasn’t expecting the closeness we both enjoyed and looked forward to. I never thought about how much I would enjoy gazing at his little face when it fell back, milk drunk, or the way my heart skipped when his tiny fingers curled around mine.
I definitely never took into the account my son might never stop breastfeeding on his own.
As soon as he turned one, I was ready to end it and it appeared everyone else around me was ready as well.
When he was three months old and people asked if I was breastfeeding, they would nod with approval. When we continued to six months, they were impressed.
I don’t tell a lot of people intimate details about my life as a mother or wife because; it’s simply not anyone’s business.
It’s amazing to me how interested people are in matters that do not concern them. They want to know when I plan to stop. I’ve had some relatives tell me I should be done because he’s eating solids now.
One person called it, “incest.”
Before I had my son, I too, thought it was weird to breastfeed a baby who was eating and had teeth. But I’ve seen the benefits of breastfeeding firsthand and how it positively impacts my son. Before enrolling him in daycare, he was never sick with a cold. And the World Health Organization agrees http://www.who.int/features/factfiles/breastfeeding/facts/en/index9.html
Seeing the posts on Instagram particularly from mothers, who have children around the same age as my own, strengthens my resolve to continue to do what benefits me and my little family.
As I mentioned, I’m ready to be done. Mama needs her boobs back and I’m ready to imbibe in alcohol on my own schedule. Plus, those teeth hurt like hell sometimes.
We are currently on a weaning journey but in the meantime, it would be nice not to give my son milk mixed with shame and judgment.