June 21st, 2011
Well, my son has officially renounced his claim on my breasts. I nursed the little man for about eight months (and was thrilled to make it to the six-month mark with no help from formula), but Buggie is a now a bottle baby. It happened gradually, and (mostly) without sadness for either party. Following a showdown with my pediatrician at Buggie’s six-month checkup, I bought some formula to mix with baby oatmeal (though I ultimately ended up sticking with baby-led solids rather than baby food).
Once the formula was in the house, the temptation to supplement Buggie’s boob bottles was too strong. I started giving him the occasional bottle of formula. This, in turn, caused my milk supply to decrease and before long I wasn’t keeping up with him. I really hated pumping anyways, so the idea of adding in more sessions wasn’t appealing. So I gave him more formula bottles.
And you can see where this is going…
Within a few weeks, Buggie was only nursing at night, and then about a week and a half ago, he stopped that, too. He just wasn’t interested anymore — it was bottles or bust. He mostly sleeps through the night anyways, and if he does get up, he gets a bottle.
Part of me is sad that I’m not nursing anymore. It’s an awesome bonding time for moms and babes, and it’s super convenient when you’re out and about. I hate carrying bottles and formula around. But mostly I realize that it was the right time for us, and I’m happy that I nursed him as long as I did. And being able to poke Josh in the night and say — “Your son needs you” — is a blissful thing!