This past weekend started what I can only classify as "the end of an era." What era you might ask? Well, I like to call it the "Boob Era." The days of someone else (namely my children) owning my boobs are forever done! My nursing days have come to an end and although I complained while I was doing it, I am now kind of sad that it is FOREVER done - so weird to think about. Ellie put up a good fight and resisted our first attempts to get her to take a bottle, but after a couple of trips to Target to buy different bottles, we finally found the one she liked (okay, maybe "liked" is a strong word. More or less, she just tolerated it because she was hungry). In any case, she is officially off the boob, and on the bottle. This certainly makes life a little easier for me. Feedings are quicker, and anyone (most importantly, not me) can feed her! That means a little freedom for me, and a break in our "best friends for life" relationship that Ellie and I once had. It is just another change in Ellie's life, but it is a huge milestone in my life. My "baby" days are numbered and it is things like this that make me stop and reflect and recognize all the things that will never be again - so sad. Now I'm into the process of getting my boobs to recognize that they no longer need to make milk - let's just say it hasn't been fun. I often tell friends that nursing your baby is great. But I also tell them that they should know there will be two times you really won't enjoy it . . . the beginning (I like to call this the "breaking in" period), and the end (this is the "sit back and suffer" period). Everything in between is great. But with every reward, there is a sacrifice and I'm right in the middle of that final sacrifice. I figure I have another day or two before my body figures out that I am no longer a "24 hour restaurant" open for service at Ellie's beckon call. When that happens, my boobs will return to their normal, shriveled up little selves and I'll be able to get back wearing a sports bra everyday instead of a harness - yay to that!
I just have to put this in because it is truly one of my fondest memories of nursing. I'm not exactly sure when Dad made this comment, I just know he said it when I first starting nursing Ryan. So there I was at Mom and Dad's house and I was talking about how crazy it was that my boobs were getting so full (and I'm not joking here, they were plump full and ready to explode). Having never nursed before, I really didn't know what to expect, but having to pump just to relieve myself was a real surprise. I just figured I'd make enough milk to feed Ryan, I never imagined I would be able to pump so much extra each day. Anyway, after I made these comments, Dad jumps in with his take on the whole situation and says, "back on the farm, it was always the skinny cows that made the most milk." Awe, isn't he just the sweetest Dad around. Only he would compare his own daughter to a cow - at least it was a skinny cow!
Here are a couple of pictures of the "new milk man" in town taking care of business.
