The Breastaurant is Closed

My boob hurts and my heart hurts a little too.

The Little Lady is done breastfeeding. I was planning on stopping around 9 months anyway, but I wanted to do it on my own terms. I was so worried about weaning her off and having her be inconsolable because I wasn't nursing her to sleep or able to comfort her the way she was used to. Turns out, after the biting came straight out rejection.

I don't like to be rejected, and quite honestly, my boobs rarely get rejected!

To top it off, I have one giant, hard, engorged boob that hurts. The right boob or "the milk dud" never really produced as much milk as the left. It is feeling fine, the left one, however, is noticeably larger than its counterpart and I can only be grateful that I can't remember the last time I got a haircut, because my hair is so long it covers my breasts and allows a little camouflage on the inequity in size.

I am feeling a little down about it. In the middle of a crazy, hectic day, sometimes breastfeeding was the only quality time the Little Lady and I had together. I guess it is best that she is the one who broke the bond, because now I don't have to feel guilty about cutting her off, and I will say that now that the breastaurant is closed it will be nice not to have to worry about production, pumping and scheduled feedings. It opens up my time a little bit more and it is nice to have that freedom.

I told the Lady that the Little Lady was done nursing. I overheard her telling her "No more boobies for you Little Lady." No more boobies indeed!