So stopping breastfeeding isn't going as smoothly as I had hoped.
I knew it wasn't going to be an overnight thing. Littler is far too keen on breastfeeding for it to be a quick process. But I had totally underestimated how much he was still feeding. Or maybe it's more that I'd underestimated how efficient a feeder he is. Let me tell you, Pamela Anderson had nothing on my girls come Sunday morning.
And then Sunday evening's dinner of roast chicken was refused point-blank, probably because I'd let him feed at 4pm having avoided breastfeeding since first thing that morning. So of course he wasn't hungry for dinner. But was hungry at 11pm. And 2am. And 5am.
So much for cutting out those night feeds.
At least I now know NOT to:
:: go cold turkey on breastfeeding
:: spoil an appetite for solid food in order to relieve the pressure of my overstuffed boobs
:: underestimate the efficiency of a 14 month old professional breastfeeder
I now have one bruised and battered boob (or so it feels) from a narrowly avoided blocked duct situation. But am slightly wiser for the experience.
So tonight, we'll go for round 3 of Trying Not to Breastfeed at night. Something tells me, we're in this for the long haul. I also have a niggling fear that it might just be easier to keep on breastfeeding...