Anti-Climactic

It past with little fanfare. In fact, I didn't even realize it ended. And I feel no different at all. I thought I would be sad. I thought I'd feel a void. But nothing. It feels like it's just another day, same as the last. Except it's not. At no time during the day, or at night did I ever sit down in my comfy chair and nurse Isabelle.
It's the end of an era. And I really thought I'd be more upset. But to be honest I was SO ready to be done. I had more problems nursing her than with Abby. It was week after week of sore, plugged and/or aching boobs. And once it got all cleared up, it would start all over again. There were times when I would flinch and cry as she nursed. And swear it was the last time. Then one day it was the last time. I made it (almost) a year and I pushed through the pain. That being said, now that it's over, I couldn't be happier. I feel better, she's sleeping longer and I don't have to worry what shirt I'm wearing anymore!!
And it's a lot easier to put her to sleep, if you can believe it. Now that she doesn't nurse, she just snuggles with me or Mark and slowly drifts off. It's great. And now it's over. Chapter closed.

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