I threw in the towel on breastfeeding this week. All you Nursing Nazi’s- SAVE. IT. I’ve read your books, I’ve been to your meetings (one of which was advertised as “Breastfeeding Support Group Meeting Every Tuesday at 1130am. Bring a sack lunch, drinks provided.” Say who?)
And I am O-FFICIALLY over it. Done. Finished. Finito. THE END.
The boob sweat was getting too excessive, plus my back has been killing me from lugging these things around aaaaaannnnd, I’ve been pregnant or breastfeeding for FIVE YEARS! That is one thousand, eight hundred and twenty five days people. I’m so accustomed to sleep deprivation I could be a CIA operative.
Sadie Plum is enjoying her formula immensely. Which is fab-a-lous…I actually took a bath this weekend without even stopping to consider if she was hungry or when I had fed her last. Usually she waits until I’m in the tub to decide she’s hungry. Ahhh, the joys of formula.
Although my boobs feel like they are full of gravel, I’m wearing three sports bras, an ACE bandage and smell slightly of Chinese stir-fry due to the cabbage leaves in my bra, I have no regrets. This was the right decision for me.