I thought I would be so ready to wean Camille from breastfeeding around her first birthday, but strangely enough I am having a difficult time with it. It's so ironic considering the love/hate relationship I have had with breastfeeding this year. It was such a rough start full of frustration and pain. Once I thought I was getting the hang of it something would change: a growth spurt, a tooth, a mastitis infection. But I persevered and now I am one of those women that I thought I would never be...a breastfeeding addict!
Although it still takes so much out of me physically and emotionally I also love the special time with Camille and the ease with which it comforts and relaxes her. It's tough because now she can "ask" for it and is not understanding why mommy is denying her what she has had her whole life. We are down to 2 feedings a day, morning and bedtime. I just can't imagine how life will be when I am finished. It will be bittersweet for sure. On the one hand I will be happy to not HAVE to be the one to get up with her in the morning to feed her and HAVE to be the one to put her to bed at night. But I will miss it also. Who would have thought? NOT ME!
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