Our breastfeeding relationship went very smoothly. He caught on quickly and was very clear about his needs. I must say the second time around was more fluid and I fought it less ie: less worrying about him never weaning or I guess just less worrying in general. I knew it would happen in time.
So rather than get into my personal issues with the process, what it does to me etc, etc, I'm just going to say that 2 years, 2 months, and 3 weeks was the length of this intimate bond with Elliott. And now our relationship is moving to another place.
I was once invited to a "got my breasts back" party held by a triumphant mama who was finished breastfeeding after having two children. I can't say that I feel like having a party, rather I feel like marking the moment as I have here and looking forward instead. There is so much on the horizon with the boys, and with how growing up happens in a family. This stage is over for us. This bond will only live in Elliott's internal consciousness as a feeling of warmth, security and love. I am so lucky to have had the time to share this with both boys and now I say goodbye in a whisper and let it all float away on the May wind.