So, last weekend, I decided to pump hardcore to see if I could build my milk supply back up. It just became really discouraging. One side pretty much had no milk supply. The other slightly more, but no nearly enough to feed Lawry. I then made a decision I am still questioning to stop. Many tears were shed. Nursing creates such an intense connection between mother and child. To me, one of my fundamental duties to Lawry as his mother is to provide him with milk. Somehow I feel like I am failing him by quiting.
On the other hand, Lawry and I have not been in sync for sometime now. Part of me is glad to let it go and move on. The constant internal struggle of my low milk supply was stressful. I truly know that I have done a great job with nursing him for 9 months. It was an amazing experience, not one I would trade for anything. Lawry is a happy, healthy baby, part of which is due to nursing. He and I still co-sleep and snuggle, so Lawry is getting the physical contact he needs. I also enjoyed a margarita for the first time in over 1.5 years. They are delicious!
Ignore the eczema on Lawry's cheek. You cannot not see them, but Lawry has his two front teeth too: