A few months ago, I reduced my pumping schedule from 3 times a day to once a day. Around the same time, Charlotte switched from taking 3 bottles while I’m away to taking two (they’re small—only 4 ounces—more of a comfort thing, I think). Over time (and as my supply has decreased), her bottles have become half regular milk and half breastmilk.
I really want to stop pumping altogether, so I’ve been trying to get her to drink plain milk but she has flat out refused. She spits it right out.
On Monday when I got home, Charlotte was wandering around the house sucking on an empty bottle. My mom said she’d finished it and just kept going. I thought she might want a bit more, so I added two ounces of whole milk just to see what she’d do. She drank every last drop of it.
I decided to experiment yesterday. I gave the nanny one plain milk bottle and one 50/50 bottle. The nanny gave her the plain milk bottle before her nap, and she drank half of it. She doesn’t really NEED these bottles, so half was fine with me. As long as it gives her that bit of comfort she’s looking for before her nap, everyone is happy.
We decided to try it again today, and I just got a text message from the nanny that she drank the entire plain milk bottle this morning.
This means the end is in sight. I can stop pumping. I was starting to think the day was never going to come!
I have been chasing the day I can toss my pump out the window for months, so someone please explain to me why I feel so utterly sad about it all of a sudden.
No more breastmilk bottles. No more pumping. No more freezer stash.
I’m still nursing her. It’s not like this is the end of breastfeeding (YET). It’s just that when I leave her those bottles every morning, it feels like I’m leaving her a little piece of myself. Like I’m there with her even though I’m not.
I really need to get over this though, because no more pumping. NO PUMP PARTS TO WASH EVERY NIGHT OMG PINCH ME IS THIS REAL.