I admit that I was ignorant about breastfeeding before I had a baby, so this blanket statement did not come from a place of understanding. I just made the assumption that when kids could walk and talk, it would be weird if they were still breastfeeding. I used to joke about kids who would walk up to their mommies and say, "Mommy, I'm hungry," and the mommies would pull out their boobs and feed the kids. Now I'm one of them! Granted, Wilder doesn't utter full sentences yet, but she can definitely say the words Mama and Milk, loud and clear. She also says Rock, No, Elmo and Nemo, so I have a feeling that it won't be long before real conversations begin.
When I was pregnant, I was talking to an old friend who had six kids. At the end of the conversation, I asked her if she breastfed her kids. She said yes and that she loved it. Then she lowered her voice and whispered into the phone, as if we were in a crowded room and lots of judgmental people might overhear us, and said, "Don't tell anyone, but I'm still breastfeeding my youngest." Her youngest was two and a half. It was as if my friend was imparting her best-kept secret.
It opened my eyes to the fact that I might actually decide to breastfeed Wilder beyond infancy. And that is precisely what has happened.
I have another friend who recently stopped breastfeeding after about a year. She was commenting on how her pre-baby bras are now only half full. She said, "It's like saggy mitts over here. If I were you, I'd keep breastfeeding so you can put off saggy mitts as long as humanly possible."
So now I have another reason to keep going.
I was trying to figure out if I actually made the decision to continue breastfeeding or if it just happened. I think it's been a little bit of both. In the beginning it was for the nutrition, the bonding and the comfort. Now the nutrition is not as important, but the other two still apply. Add saggy mitts and there are enough reasons to continue for a while if we're both still happy.
I have no idea when we'll stop. It could be tomorrow; it could be a year from now, but I doubt we'll make it that long. All signs point to the fact that the end is near. She's getting more restless and more active. I doubt I'm producing much milk anymore. And when she wants to be stubborn, it turns into a breastfeeding wrestling match. Add teeth and an attitude and it gets downright dangerous - for me!
On the boob front, I'd love it if you let me know what I'm in for. The other day, one of my other friends was reminiscing, "I used to have such perfect little boobs. Now they're like droopy bananas." I'll embrace whatever mine transform into, but it would be great to have an idea where they might land!