My babies will be 1. So many posts will happen around that time and I want to focus on them on their birthday.
But this post? This post is all about me.
I did it.
I've been nursing these babies for one year. I made it to my goal.
Take a look at this post. I wrote it at almost 2 months in.
In that post, I committed myself to one year of nursing and I did it.
I made it through the every hour feedings. The biting. The mastitis. Twice. The thrush. Twice. The D-MER for every tandem feeding. Day after day. It has been the hardest thing I have ever done. In the early months, I honestly did NOT know if I would make it through. Almost 8 hours of my day was spent nursing back then. Eight hours. Every day. That is a full-time (more than full-time) job. But I did it. I didn't give up. I gave my boys the very best for a year. I put my children before myself. I don't care if this post comes across as self-centered and narcissistic. I am so damn proud of myself right now. So damn proud.
I did it. And I continue to do it.
I will be starting the weaning process now. It will take several months I'm sure, because I can't just quit cold-turkey. I have to drop one feeding (they have six feedings a day now) a time. I don't feel guilty for starting to wean. I made it to my goal.
I feel amazing. I feel like superMOM.