Now that I am completely finished breastfeeding…I am a bit sad. With the twins, my lovely lady lumps called it quits at 5 months old. Which made me feel like a horrible mom. So this second time around I didn’t listen to the nurses when they told me I needed to pump and supplement with formula. I took my tidbit of a baby and the two of us figured the whole thing out, alone and without outside interruptions. I exclusively breastfed her until she was 9 1/2 months old. She started supplementing because I could tell my milkers were not quite doing their job. Her first bottle my hubby gave her and when she took it I balled….it felt like my baby was a teenager. She still nursed for a month more while transitioning before my bod gave up. She went from petite to pudgy in a week flat!! haha!! So over the last few days I have been remembering our special experiences fondly.
Like the time at Disneyland for Mickey’s Halloween Party-
She was 1 month old and thinking I was hysterical, stuffed my fat butt into a skintight Avatar bodysuit. Complete with full paint, a tail, wig and oh yeah a pale white loaf sized baby dining at my boob the entire night!!
