Here we are, 5/16/14, Noah is 2.5 years old and has finally weaned. I’m not trying to spark any controversy, but I’m proud. Damn proud! I didn’t find much support with my friends or family in my efforts to breastfeed past the “normal” age. I found myself only defending and constantly justifying myself, so I sought support elsewhere. My biggest advocate was, of course, myself. I knew I was doing what was best for my son, and I followed my gut instincts rather than complying with what society deemed acceptable. I found thousands of other women just like myself on various different forums, blogs, and Facebook pages. They uplifted, empowered, and further educated me on exactly why I was doing the right thing for Noah. I could leave you with countless research efforts, studies, and generalized opinions on why extended breastfeeding and child-led weaning is the best solution for the child’s health, development, brain function, and long-term psychological standing. I’ve spent hours validating my own concerns about everything. This certainly wasn’t the easy choice. I’ve been harassed and ridiculed by just about every person I know. In the end though, I know it was worth it. I know I passed on every health benefit I could to Noah, and I did what was right for us. We had our trials toward the end, which is what ultimately prompted the end of his nursing. I had some serious nursing aversion, which is this funky thing that happens in your brain while you’re pregnant and nursing that makes you hate the idea of breastfeeding altogether. Who knew it was very common? My milk dried up around week 11, and it wasn’t long after that Noah decided he was a big boy now. No milk, no interest. Imagine that! We had a good run, and I’m proud that I made the choice to let him choose when he was ready to be done.
Posted on: Fri, 16 May 2014 17:08:34 +0000
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