So yesterday was the last day of me BF-ing 13-month old DD. It was funny that I couldn't wait to get it over with when we just got started and I told hubby that I swear to God I didn't think I could handle exclusively BFing for more than 6 months and now I'm somehow feeling sad. I think it was actually somehow a blessing that DD didn't want to take any bottles and only wanted to nurse directly from me. I don't think I could've survived BFing for 13 months if I were to pump.
Tonight as I put her down to sleep and walked out without nursing her, I almost wanted to cry because I really miss our nursing session. She didn't seem to miss it though (which is good I guess). I didn't expect to feel like this, such a bittersweet feeling. It's hard to just walk out and I'm so tempted to walk back in and nurse her
It is also good to have my boobs back though