The twins super size nursing pillow.
May 2010 – February 2012.
I’ve put old glory out to pasture. Look at that beauty with her faded denim and husky frame. I spent so many nights with that gal. She traveled with me. By car. By plane. She was always up for an adventure. That pillow was Chase and Harlowe’s second home from the time they came home as preemie’s until about 36 hours ago.
Yes, I just stopped nursing my 20-month-old twins. Most people think I stopped nursing months ago. Mostly because when they would say, “Are you still nursing?” – I’d say, “Heavens no! Do I look INSANE?!”
But it’s hard to stop nursing your last. At least for me. I feel sad. Like a part of my maternal mission has quietly come to an end.
I don’t think of breastfeeding as some grand accomplishment. Well, maybe in the beginning when mastitis, night sweats, and cracked nipples are regular occurrences but then it just becomes this natural, sweet thing. It doesn’t work for everyone. It worked for me.
I nursed them at the same time. Holding each like a football. But by the end, two very gigantic, wiggly footballs.
Because I believe in full disclose, I want to share a snapshot of what my breasts look like after nursing four children over the years…
Okay, now you’re the insane one.
There’s no photo. Stop scrolling down.
Stop looking for a photo.
The post is done.