6 months. Half of a year. 26(ish) weeks. 182 days.
That’s how old my baby is. That is how long I have been breastfeeding.
A task that I never even wanted to try. A task I did not think I could do. I have been doing for 6 months. Everyday.
No breaks….unless you count pumping as a break (then woo-hoo freedom).
I previously wrote about breastfeeding in an older post. That post broke down how my blog got its name and the start of my breastfeeding journey.
Yesterday, hitting the six month mark on the journey – I felt a little sad. Not only was my baby somehow half a year old, but I realized this journey I am on is fleeting. I know Mason and I will always have a strong bond, and breastfeeding has strengthened it, but I will miss the moments of just us.
I don’t remember what it is like to not share my body pretty much 24/7, or what it is like to not carry a pumping bag with me to work every day, and honestly – those things don’t bother me.
Being able to see that my body not only can grow a human, but can also completely nourish one is an experience I will forever be grateful for. It’s amazing what is able to be done by just one woman. I would say I am proud of myself – but I am also proud of all the other Moms out there trying to do whatever they can to feed their babies.
It’s a lot of work. Whether you are making bottles 24/7 or doing what you can to keep your supply up, feeding those babies is another full time job.
So celebrate the milestones – all of them. Your baby’s, your own, and your family’s.
Now give me my Sapphire Boobs!