Moving On

In the last month or so, I've been slowly claiming my body back. I've been pumping less and Wes has been taking more formula. Well, today is the last day I'm pumping. I just packed up the pump parts just a few minutes ago. I never realized how hard it was going to be. I thought before I had him that as soon as he bit me, I was going to stop for sure. Or as soon as he turned 4 months, I wouldn't be able to do it anymore. As you can tell, this hasn't happened yet. I'm still nursing him. Just now at Bedtime and once in the middle of the night. If putting away the pump is hard on me now, it's going to be bad when the nursing ends. It felt like an addiction for pumping. Feeling like I couldn't stop. I was so used to doing it, but at the same time so tired of doing it. I feel like if I stopped, I wouldn't be able to produce any milk at all. Luckily I found, I can still nurse. But I know that has got to stop as well. I don't want him to be calling me in the middle of the night once he knows my name..it will be that much harder on me.

And, at the same time, I want my body back. More later...